Zhou Ming spread his Divine Sense out with all his might.

After his Breakthrough to the Soul Transformation Stage, his Divine Sense range had far surpassed what it used to be; a radius of one hundred miles should have been within his perception.

However, in this stone cavern, wherever his Divine Sense reached, there were only stone walls, stone walls, and more stone walls.

His Divine Sense hit the stone walls and could not advance even a fraction further, as if it were firmly sealed by some invisible barrier.

What was even more bizarre was that even when his Divine Sense swept over the glowing sphere in the very center of the stone cavern, it was completely blank.

He could clearly see that soft glow with his eyes, and he could clearly feel the air ripples caused by the spreading halo.

Yet, he could sense absolutely nothing with his Divine Sense, as if that sphere did not exist at all.

This contradictory sensory conflict made his back feel slightly cold.

"What the hell kind of place is this?"

"Why isn't there even an exit? If I can't get out, am I going to be trapped here until I die?"

Zhou Ming couldn't help but curse. If this was a place even his Divine Sense couldn't penetrate, then there was no point in even thinking about his meager level of Sorcery.

He estimated that before he could even cast an Earth Escape Sorcery, he would be crushed within the rock and soil.

Zhou Ming forced himself to calm down.

The only clue to how he arrived here was that tile in his Sea of Consciousness.

He closed his eyes and sank his mind back into his Sea of Consciousness.

Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, the newly born Primordial Spirit was still there, its light still soft and stable.

But that strange tile that had transported him to this hellish place had vanished without a trace.

Zhou Ming searched his Sea of Consciousness carefully several times, not missing a single corner, confirming that the tile was indeed gone.

Opening his eyes, Zhou Ming frowned and stood in place for a long while, eventually casting his gaze back toward the glowing sphere in the center of the stone cavern.

Inside and outside this Immortal Cave, this was the only thing that was unusual; his Divine Sense couldn't sense it, yet it was solidly floating there.

If this stone cavern really hid some secret, that secret must be inside this sphere.

Zhou Ming slowly circled the sphere twice, taking every step very slowly.

On the first circle, he examined the sphere from top to bottom.

On the second circle, he took a deep breath.

Then he stopped, gritted his teeth, and slowly reached out his right hand.

The instant his fingers touched the surface of the sphere, the sphere's originally soft light suddenly illuminated the entire stone cavern as bright as day.

An indescribably massive amount of information surged through his fingers into Zhou Ming's Sea of Consciousness.

It was as if someone had compressed an entire library into a single drop of water and injected it directly into the depths of his Divine Soul.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Zhou Ming opened his eyes again.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, which condensed into a straight white line in the dim light, only dissipating after a long while.

At this moment, Zhou Ming had a brand new understanding of the world he was in.

Through the massive amount of information that had just surged into his mind, Zhou Ming finally understood.

He had originally thought he was in a corner of some world, shrouded by a peerless Formation set up by a Cultivator with great magical power.

He had previously tried every possible way to understand the Formation Jade Slip, wanting to break this Formation.

And the result?

He was actually inside a Magic Treasure! And having read so many novels, he had never heard of anyone Transmigrating into a Magic Treasure.

This was truly a one-of-a-kind situation.

According to the information he had just received, Zhou Ming learned that this Magic Treasure was born in Chaos.

It had the effect of evolving heavens and earth, and hiding and concealing heavenly secrets.

But apart from these two abilities, it had no other functions.

When this Magic Treasure was born, it leaked a trace of its aura and was struck by a bolt of lightning.

Just this one bolt of lightning shattered the Magic Treasure, which had seized the creation of heaven and earth, into countless pieces, and the fragments of the Magic Treasure turned into streams of light and flew into the myriad worlds.

Based on Zhou Ming's experience reading novels, this must be what is called a Lightning Tribulation.

The tile in Zhou Ming's mind was one of these thousands of fragments.

In his previous life on Earth, when he fell at an antique stall, he had bumped into a fragment of this Magic Treasure, which led to this Transmigration.

It wasn't just him; Emperor Liu Jun, and the Cultivators and living beings who had been continuously brought here over the past millions of years—whether by soul Transmigration or physical Transmigration—had all been brought in by the scattered fragments of the Magic Treasure.

The world inside the Magic Treasure originally had no living beings, but after tens of millions of years of being brought in, the world had become prosperous.

At the beginning, there were many Cultivators with profound cultivation levels who were brought here, but the Magic Treasure was already damaged, and the Cultivators brought here would absorb Spiritual Qi to Cultivate within it.

The broken Magic Treasure not only couldn't receive replenishment of Spiritual Qi, but instead lost a large portion of its Spiritual Qi.

Gradually, the Magic Treasure became even more dilapidated.

Until later, in order to protect itself, the Magic Treasure instinctively changed the world's rules, gathered Spiritual Qi, and suppressed the cultivation levels of all Cultivators.

Later, because these people couldn't absorb Spiritual Qi and couldn't Breakthrough their Realm, they eventually died from the exhaustion of their Lifespan.

And after these Cultivators died, their bodies and cultivation turned into nutrients to repair the Magic Treasure itself.

For millions of years, countless brilliant talents had died silently inside this Magic Treasure.

After death, they couldn't even leave behind their names, only turning into nutrients to nourish this world.

Take the place where Zhou Ming was staying now; it wasn't as if no Cultivator had been here before.

This glowing sphere was the hub of this Magic Treasure.

The Cultivators who came here had all tried to refine this Magic Treasure, but refining a Magic Treasure required using magical power to permeate the Restriction patterns inside the Magic Treasure.

However, the Spiritual Qi in this world was thin, and a Cultivator's own magical power only went out and never came back in; the more they used, the less they had.

If their magical power was exhausted halfway through refining, the result would be death and dissipation of the Dao.

For millions of years, there had been no successful ones.

Zhou Ming stared fixedly at the softly glowing sphere, his expression changing constantly, his heart struggling violently.

Refining this peerless Magic Treasure, he might also die due to insufficient magical power, turning into nutrients for the Magic Treasure just like those dry bones.

But if he didn't refine it!

On one hand, it was like entering a treasure mountain and returning empty-handed; no one in this world could calmly accept such a result, and Zhou Ming was no exception.

On the other hand, if he didn't refine this Magic Treasure, he would never be able to leave this enclosed Immortal Cave, let alone walk out of the world evolved by this Magic Treasure.

After thinking for a long time, Zhou Ming finally gritted his teeth and decided to refine it.

Compared to his predecessors, he had a huge advantage.

As long as there were people within this world who Cultivated the Dushi Sutra.

As long as those people who Cultivated the Dushi Sutra died, he would have an endless source of magical power.

When others injected a portion of magical power into the sphere, they lost a portion themselves.

But he didn't need to touch the Origin of that Purple-Gold Nascent Soul in his Dantian.

He could refine the heat flow that surged in after the Causal Chain broke, then inject it into the sphere, using other people's lives to fill this bottomless pit.

Although this wasn't infinite—after all, it was unknown how much magical power brought by each death would remain after deducting what he needed for his own Cultivation.

But at least he had a supply line that his predecessors didn't have.

He could refine it slowly; there was no need to rush.