This Dao Ancestor is too young.

As the words fell, the woman unleashed her final magical seal.

Click~ Click~

Space cracked open with numerous fissures before shattering with a deafening roar, revealing a deep void.

Zhang Yuanzhu's body involuntarily fell into the void, covered by layers of starlight, and rapidly disappeared into the distance. Just as everything was going smoothly...

The starlight around him shattered, and the void passage that had been fixed by the formation began to become unstable.

Faintly, one could hear Ye Jinxian's shouts, as well as sounds of fighting and conversation.

"From now on, you will never know his location again!"

Illusory and blurry!

Before he could think any further, the fixed void passage shattered with a deafening roar, and the starlight enveloped the boy as he plunged into the spatial turbulence and disappeared.

......

The trees were withered and yellow, and fallen leaves and broken branches covered the ground.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the space, and a thin figure appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

cough~

Zhang Yuanzhu coughed violently, and drops of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was caught in a spatial turbulence and nearly died, but fortunately he survived.

He leaned against the tree trunk, struggled to his feet, and looked around.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, its rays shining down and illuminating everything around it.

Withered, lifeless, and desolate.

His gaze fell, observing himself. His already tattered cotton clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and his body was covered with wounds, some left from battles and others from being trapped in the void.

"What a mess!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, drifting with the current like duckweed, unable to control her own life and death.

He shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it any longer. He needed time to grow stronger, and once he was powerful enough, he would settle things properly with his opponent.

He reached into his pocket and took out a dusty gray bag.

This must be the storage bag!

Without hesitation, they began to examine the items inside.

Suddenly, the boy stopped what he was doing, a look of surprise in his eyes.

He can't open it!

Or rather, the storage bag could only be opened by cultivators, while he was merely a mortal.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless and could only put the storage bag away again, then staggered into the depths of the forest by the moonlight.

Crunch!Crunch!

The sound of footsteps crunching through fallen leaves echoed through the jungle, startling the lurking hunters.

A long, brown snake coiled around a withered branch, its cold eyes fixed on the approaching behemoth.

The snake's body suddenly shot out like an arrow released from a bow.

In the next instant, a flash of light appeared, the snake's head was severed, and its body was picked up and carried on its back.

In just two or three miles, he had already carried two rabbits and a long snake on his back.

"My past experience of fleeing from disaster has come in handy."

There is plenty of prey here, and if one can find a sheltered spot, one could stay for a while.

Lost in thought, we walked another three or four miles and a small cave came into view.

A flicker of joy flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's heart. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his five fingers and slowly approached.

The cave was dry, with piles of withered grass and traces of fire on the ground.

However, these marks were covered in dust.

"No one will come for at least six months."

The boy stood before the ashes and made his judgment.

Without further hesitation, he prepared to rest in the cave.

He gathered dry grass and twigs from the surroundings, and then took out a flint from his bosom.

stab~

The flints collided, and sparks flew.

Wisps of fire rose, illuminating the entire cave.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu sat down on the ground, casually threw the headless snake body into the fire, leaned against the stone wall, looked at the firelight, and gasped for breath to relieve his fatigue and unease.

He had only been in this world for a few hours, and the series of changes had left him exhausted.

The sights and sounds of Yuan soldiers, ethereal women, and snow-covered ground strewn with severed limbs kept the young man captivated for a moment.

It took Zhang Yuanzhu an unknown amount of time to suppress the turbulent emotions churning within him.

"Having fallen to such a sorry state, can I truly still become a Dao Ancestor?"

A deep voice drifted through the cave, carrying a sense of confusion and unease.

Call ~

Exhale a breath of stale air, clearing your mind of all distracting thoughts.

Whether in his past or present life, he can be described as having a steadfast character. The path is under his feet; he simply moves forward without looking back or forward.

Next, we need to plan the road ahead.

The most urgent task is to figure out the Bodhi tree's abilities, as this is his greatest asset for survival.

With eyes closed, look inward into the depths of your soul. Emerald green branches sway gently, and rays of light intertwine and outline their forms.

In the next instant, a piece of information entered my mind.

The master of the Bodhi tree, being outside the Tao and outside the calculations, obscures the secrets of heaven, making it impossible to deduce.

This short message completely relaxed Zhang Yuanzhu.

In this way, those skilled in divination will be unable to determine his location, and his chances of survival will increase significantly.

He then turned his attention to the brilliantly outlined characters.

Supernatural Power: A Thousand Years of Dreams

At that moment, the fragment of the bronze furnace in his arms trembled slightly, and a slight tremor rose in his heart.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his eyes, took out the fragment of the bronze furnace from his bosom, and examined it carefully.

The fragment was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and it felt quite warm in my hand.

He yielded to his body's instincts, whispering to himself:

A grand dream spanning a thousand autumns!

hum~

The Bodhi tree trembled slightly, its branches and leaves swaying, and an invisible wave emanated from it, covering the fragments of the bronze furnace.

The next instant, everything around them began to dim.

The cave, the flames, and the haystacks receded into the distance, and his perspective shifted to a courtyard.

The floor was paved with bluestone, and several young figures sat cross-legged on prayer cushions, while an elderly man with gray hair sat upright on the steps.

Beside the old man, a bronze censer was placed, with wisps of pale flame rising from it, exuding an extraordinary aura.

"Today's explanation is the Qi-Gathering Realm cultivation method passed down by the Yuan Kingdom's royal family—'Annotations on the Record of Qi Guiding in the Nether Spring'."

Zhang Yuanzhu was deeply shaken; this was the supernatural power "Great Dream of a Thousand Autumns".

He seemed to have realized something; it was through certain special items that the scene that had happened was recreated before his eyes.

Such ability deserves the title of "supernatural power".

"The deepest and most profound spring is the source, neither born nor dying, transforming into one energy, which is then drawn into the dantian..."

Zhang Yuanzhu listened attentively, not wanting to miss a single word.

Having acquired that memory that seemed to be from the future, he had gained some basic understanding of cultivation.

One hundred days of Qi cultivation, twelve levels of Qi refining, and nine layers of foundation building—the Qi cultivation realm is the first realm of cultivation and the foundation for attaining enlightenment.

In that memory, he achieved extraordinary success in this realm, with few rivals.

Unfortunately, the memories of that future period are rather vague regarding his cultivation deeds, mostly consisting of conquests and battles, without any detailed explanation of his cultivation methods.

Everything has to start all over again.

After an unknown amount of time, the old man stopped preaching, and a young child at the foot of the stone steps rose, cupped his hands, and bowed.

"Senior Lie, the royal family of my Yuan Kingdom is proficient in fire magic, and ninety percent of our disciples have fire-attribute talents. Why would you need to teach a water-attribute technique?"

The old man rested his arms on his knees, his face kind.

"Water and fire are opposites. If you don't understand water-attribute techniques, how can you kill an opponent who is proficient in water techniques?"

As the words fell, everyone and everything froze, as if falling into a painting that slowly closed and disappeared.

Looking back, the boy had already returned to the cave.

Zhang Yuanzhu recalled the techniques the old man had described, a smile playing on his lips.

He finally had the means to make a living.

According to that memory that seemed to be from the future, he cultivated a technique of one attribute for each realm, and in the Qi Condensation Realm, he cultivated an ice attribute technique.

Since ice and water are interconnected, the "Annotations on the Record of Qi Induction from the Hidden Spring" should also be applicable for cultivation.