As Zhou Ming sat cross-legged in the secret chamber, with streams of heat surging into his Dantian, the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul within his body began to undergo unprecedented changes.

The Purple-Gold Nascent Soul accepted all the incoming heat, absorbing it completely.

But gradually, the speed at which the heat flowed in became faster and faster, and the volume grew larger and larger.

There were simply too many broken links on the Causality Web.

One after another, so dense that there was almost no gap between them.

The light around the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul grew brighter and brighter, gradually shifting from violet-gold to scorching white, and then a wisp of extremely faint and pure golden light emerged from within the scorching white.

Zhou Ming sat cross-legged on the prayer mat, his eyes tightly shut.

He could feel the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul in his Dantian frantically expanding, contracting, expanding again, and contracting again, the rhythm of every breath perfectly synchronized with his own breathing.

Through this expansion and contraction, the body of the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul became increasingly solid, and dense Dao markings began to emerge on its originally smooth, jade-like surface.

Those Dao markings were no longer the pale golden thin lines from his Golden Core Stage, but had become intricate patterns interwoven with violet-gold and crimson-gold.

Each one contained a certain Law of Heaven and Earth that he could not yet fully comprehend.

I do not know how much time passed, but the expansion of the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul suddenly ceased.

The entire Dantian fell into a strange silence, and even the endless streams of heat seemed to be temporarily blocked by some invisible force.

Then, the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul opened its eyes.

The pupils of those eyes were a deep, extreme violet-gold, and deep within the irises, it looked like two burning nebulae were slowly rotating.

The Purple-Gold Nascent Soul opened its mouth and silently exhaled a breath.

That breath exhaled from the mouth of the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul turned into an extremely thin and bright golden beam of light, shooting straight upward from the center of the Dantian.

The golden beam of light pierced through the barrier of the Dantian and through the obstruction of the Meridians.

It passed through layer after layer of invisible barriers that even Zhou Ming himself did not know existed, and finally crashed into his Sea of Consciousness.

In the deepest part of the Sea of Consciousness, that void that could originally only be reached by Divine Sense was illuminated as bright as day by this golden beam of light.

The light gradually converged, and a blurry figure slowly condensed and took shape in the center of the light.

First the outline, then the limbs, and then the facial features.

Finally, it became a figure exactly like Zhou Ming, yet different from the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul.

The Purple-Gold Nascent Soul was violet-gold, tangible, and a substantial existence entrenched in the Dantian.

While this figure was semi-transparent, ethereal, and a wisp of Divine Soul that was pure to the extreme, floating in the very center of the Sea of Consciousness.

It had no color, yet it emitted a light brighter than any color.

It had no physical form, yet it was more stable than any physical entity.

This was the Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit slowly opened its eyes in the Sea of Consciousness.

In that instant, the entire secret chamber, the entire Shangshu Mansion, the entire Yongning City.

And even everything within a radius of nearly one hundred kilometers, all imprinted into his perception in a way Zhou Ming had never experienced before.

It was not the detection like Divine Sense scanning that required active deployment, but a more Advanced, almost instinctive insight.

Zhou Ming kept his eyes closed, yet he could see every tiny chisel mark on the stone walls of the secret chamber.

He could see Steward Meng carefully carrying a teacup through the veranda, the tea in the cup swaying slightly with his footsteps, ripples spreading out in circles on the surface of the water.

He could see Vice Minister Wu Shijun sitting in the front hall reviewing official documents, the beads of sweat on his forehead not yet wiped away, a large patch of his official robe wet under the armpits, muttering to himself as he checked the list of confiscated assets.

He even saw Empress Su Mingyue in the Ganwen Hall standing in front of a map, one hand supporting the table.

The other hand holding a vermilion brush, drawing a circle at a certain location on the map.

The Primordial Spirit and the Purple-Gold Nascent Soul, one residing in the Sea of Consciousness, the other in the Dantian, each independent yet connected to each other.

The Purple-Gold Nascent Soul was the vessel for his magical power, the foundation of his cultivation.

The Primordial Spirit was the extension of his Divine Soul, the Incarnation of his will.

There was an extremely thin and bright beam of light connecting the two, running directly from the Dantian to the Sea of Consciousness, with magical power and Divine Thought flowing back and forth along this beam.

With every flow, Zhou Ming felt his cultivation stabilize a bit more.

This was the Soul Transformation Stage.

Just as Zhou Ming was preparing to carefully perceive the newly born Primordial Spirit in his Sea of Consciousness, something shaped like a roof tile suddenly caught his attention.

That object was floating quietly in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, and under the illumination of the soft light emitted by the Primordial Spirit, its outline appeared exceptionally clear.

Zhou Ming could be certain that he had never seen this tile-shaped object before.

In his past life, he had touched countless Qin bricks and Han tiles at archaeological sites, and in this life, he had flipped through countless ancient books and records in the Library of the Marquis Mansion.

Not a single item could be matched with the tile in front of him.

"When did it appear in my mind?"

"And how did it get in?"

Before Zhou Ming reached the Soul Transformation Stage, this tile was definitely not in his Sea of Consciousness.

After the Breakthrough, he had not yet had time to carefully check his Sea of Consciousness.

Only now did he discover this foreign object that had come from who knows where.

Zhou Ming frowned, sinking all his attention into his Sea of Consciousness, carefully separating a wisp of Divine Sense and slowly probing toward the tile.

The tentacles of his Divine Sense approached bit by bit, closer and closer, closer and closer.

Just at the moment his Divine Sense touched the tile, a feeling of the world spinning suddenly appeared.

It was a bizarre experience of being forcibly uprooted from the spot by some irresistible force, torn apart, and then stitched back together.

Zhou Ming felt his vision go black, and without even a shred of room to struggle, he completely lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, what was before him was no longer the stone wall of the secret chamber in the Shangshu Mansion.

Above his head, it had turned into a natural dome so high it was almost boundless.

Gray-brown rock walls closed in from all directions, enclosing the entire space into a huge, sealed stone cave.

The interior of the stone cave was extremely spacious, at least a hundred zhang square.

The ground was as flat as if it had been shaved by a knife, with no gravel, no dust, only a rock floor so smooth it was almost like a mirror.

In the very center of the stone cave, a glowing orb was floating quietly in mid-air.

The light was extremely soft, a gentle color between milky white and pale gold.

The orb of light rotated slowly, and with every rotation, it rippled a faint, thin halo in the surrounding air, spreading slowly like ripples, disappearing silently before reaching the stone walls.

Zhou Ming did not stand up immediately.

He first felt his own body.

The Purple-Gold Nascent Soul in his Dantian was still there, the Dao markings on its surface were still intricate and profound, and the magical power flowed slowly through his Meridians without the slightest obstruction.

The Storage Ring on his hand was also there, and the Jade Slips, Ore, Spirit Medicine, and that black Flying Sword in the ring were all accounted for.

"This... could it be that I have Transmigrated again?"

Zhou Ming muttered to himself as he stood up from the ground.

He began to look around the stone cave, and the more he looked, the more something felt wrong.

The stone cave was sealed, with no exit.

There was no door, no passageway, no cracks, and he could not even feel a trace of wind.

The entire stone cave seemed to have been forcibly hollowed out from within a single massive rock, even the craggy rock textures on the dome were one piece, without any traces of joints.