There was a reason why Wei Yuan had returned immediately. No matter what, he would never mistake his own Dao Foundation. Why had the Pure Land’s gate brought him right to the heart of the jade hill, he had no idea. However, he would have to be crazy to linger for longer than was necessary.

An ordinary cultivator might be tempted to explore this place, but Wei Yuan was, after all, a student trained by the Palace of Absolute Beginning’s centralized learning system. His way of thinking was far more rigorous than that of those raised through the traditional master-disciple system.

He had entered his Dao Foundation, emerged from his sea of consciousness, and ultimately returned to the Pure Land. It was an infinite loop.

It was clear the strongmen weren’t expecting Wei Yuan to reappear in the Pure Land. Those in front came to a sudden halt, causing those behind to crash into them. The group of strongmen instantly scattered everywhere like headless flies.

Wei Yuan tossed an immortal sword toward the crowd of strongmen. All who noticed it instantly fixed their gaze on the blade, on high alert. The next moment, a white flash struck their eyes. It was the Immortal Sword Pure White, and as advertised, it painted everything pure white.

Seizing the moment, Wei Yuan carried the First Consort toward the third wooden door at full speed, dashing through right as the Vajra Guardian’s demon-subjugating vajra scepter was about to strike his head.

The scenery before his eyes shifted, and he found himself in a somewhat dim world. It seemed to be inside a mountain range, with several openings in the dome through which light streamed down. The light was bright but not warm. It didn’t feel like sunlight.

The interior of the massive cavern was covered in moss. There were some plants...