Chapter 2

But this thing is just like having an abortion; it’s not without a price.

It is very likely that one will never be able to give birth to an internal world again and become a Lord; at that point, one would be completely crippled.

In the best-case scenario, the origin power would also be reduced by half, and that is still under the support of the Primordial Realm.

"I have consulted an expert of the Empire outside," Fang Fang Fang Qingxue took out a pale white crystal.

"With this, the probability of your successful recultivation will increase significantly."

"Guardian Stone?" Zhao Xing raised an eyebrow upon seeing this crystal.

Origin Guardian Stones are very precious and can be used to upgrade an internal world; they are extremely powerful treasures.

"Why give it to me?" Zhao Xing was puzzled. Although he and Fang Fang Fang Qingxue were classmates,

Fang Fang Fang Qingxue was the class monitor at the time, and her talent and family background were both quite good.

The two didn't have much interaction; it was only after Fang Fang Fang Qingxue became an instructor

that they communicated more, and she helped him quite a bit.

A trace of emotional fluctuation finally appeared on Fang Fang Fang Qingxue's cold face.

"Why? You’re still asking me why? I want to ask why too!"

"I was your class monitor for a year and your instructor for three."

"When I was class monitor, you held back my combat team."

"Now that I’m an instructor, you’re holding back my entire class!"

"Consider it me begging you, do me a favor, hurry up and graduate..."

"If you can't graduate next year, I’m going to become the first female teacher at Anping Academy to have a student who can't graduate."

"..." Zhao Xing stared at Fang Fang Fang Qingxue, dumbfounded.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered his experience of taking the driver's license test in his past life.

At this moment, Fang Fang Fang Qingxue looked exactly like the helpless driving instructor from back then.

In the Primordial Realm, the maximum duration a novice Lord can stay is six years; now the fifth year had just passed.

At Anping Academy, there had never been a novice Lord who couldn't graduate after six years.

Zhao Xing was under pressure, and the academy's teachers were under immense pressure too.

He had been under Fang Fang Fang Qingxue's teaching tenure for three years already.

It was truly hard on her to have endured for so long before complaining...

"I’m sorry, old classmate," Zhao Xing scratched his head, "I want to graduate too."

After Fang Fang Fang Qingxue finished speaking, she finally felt completely relieved.

She returned to her cold and detached appearance; she also knew this wasn't Zhao Xing's fault, as the other party had already tried very hard.

But she just couldn't help it...

"This Guardian Stone is lent to you; return it to me after you graduate."

"...Self-detonating might just kill me, what kind of fortune would I have to make?" Zhao Xing said.

"I believe in you!" Fang Fang Fang Qingxue stared at Zhao Xing and suddenly said seriously.

"Being able to persist in bitter cultivation day after day in the Primordial Realm without slacking for a single day, you will graduate sooner or later!"

Zhao Xing was stunned; why did he suddenly feel a bit moved?

"Take it, it’s the last year, you still have a chance," Fang Fang Fang Qingxue stuffed the item into Zhao Xing's hand and turned to leave.

"What kind of situation is this? Does transmigrating mean I have to gamble with my life?"

Zhao Xing looked at this Guardian Stone, sighed, and returned to his residence.

At this moment, a video was playing on the smart light screen in the room:

Under a vast starry sky, a high-level Mechanical-type Lord was crossing the void on a warship.

Suddenly!

A faint light emanated from a green planet in the distance.

A vine root that covered the sky and sun extended from the void, rapidly wrapping around the warship and tightening continuously.

In just ten seconds, this high-level Mechanical Lord and his warship were crushed into powder by the 'Death Wrap'.

Subsequently, the vine dragged the wreckage, disappeared from the void, and retracted back into the green planet.

"Thousand-Star Vine! A powerful Thousand-Star Vine!" Zhao Xing looked at this video, his eyes revealing a look of longing.

This is a video circulating in the Red Star Empire; it is rumored that the green planet is the tomb of a mysterious Plant-type Lord.

And the Thousand-Star Vine was raised by that Plant-type Lord!

This video inspired countless Plant-type Lords, and Zhao Xing watched it almost every day.

"Plant-type Lords are still promising, but they are just too late-blooming."

"For a Thousand-Star Vine to grow up, even spending many resources, it would take hundreds of years."

"I don't know how long this Thousand-Star Vine has lived to be so terrifying," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

Plant-type Lords need time to develop the most.

However, very few Lords can grow to that stage.

"If only I had endless time, or sufficient resources," Zhao Xing thought in his heart.

Just then, his dantian trembled slightly, and a prompt sounded in his mind.

[The native species has finished gestating; please go to the internal world territory to check!]

PS: Seeking data support for the new book; the update volume is large and satisfying! ===== CHAPTER 4 =====

The prompt came from the internal world; this is a function that all Lords have.

The [Native Species] is the seed gestated for the first time when opening the internal world.

Zhao Xing's mind stirred, and his consciousness began to sink.

Falling continuously...

A moment later.

Zhao Xing opened his eyes.

At this time, he was floating in a mist.

The surroundings were also a hazy gray fog, incomparably quiet.

Only directly below was there a piece of land with black and green intertwined.

"This is my internal world."

Zhao Xing focused his full attention and looked down.

Whoosh~

The mist dispersed.

Beneath his feet appeared a hundred-meter-square plot of yellow land, empty and bare.

As a low-level Tier 2 Lord, the Lord Power within his body was pitifully small.

Over the past few years, Zhao Xing had almost been unable to grow any magical plants in his internal world.

Only this one [Native Species] remained, still in the process of gestation.

And this was also the obsession supporting Zhao Xing to keep trying.

A few years ago, his talent ability was still E-grade, but as he kept cultivating, the ability instead regressed.

He could feel the uniqueness of this [Native Species].

It was it that was continuously absorbing his own power.

"Let's see what on earth you are, absorbing my cultivation results for so many years."

"Hum~"

In the center, a square pool appeared.

It emanated chaotic mist, incomparably mysterious.

When that square pool completely revealed its true appearance,

a thumb-sized, faint golden particle, as if it existed or not, appeared in the pool.

And it quickly absorbed the surrounding mist, broke through the soil, and a faint golden, miraculous little sapling appeared!

At the same time, a prompt appeared in Zhao Xing's mind.

[Native species gestation successful!] ===== CHAPTER 5 =====