Chapter 372: Acquiring the Mi Xian Realm

Logically, to refine the divine stele that governs an immortal mansion, one must possess the power of an immortal from the celestial realm; the power of mortal cultivators is certainly insufficient.
However, the energy Su Che was using at this moment was likely the supreme chaos energy, even surpassing the power of immortal essence by several levels. In terms of quality, refining the divine stele should not be a problem. The key lay in determining whether Su Che could provide enough of this energy.
Lao He had not yet completed his fourth fusion and was still at the Golden Core stage. Even if he released all the chaos energy in his body, it would still be far from enough for refinement. He had to cultivate while refining, which prolonged the process indefinitely. Several hours passed, yet no changes could be seen in the inscriptionless stone stele before him.
There was no choice but to proceed slowly. Su Che estimated that it would take at least half a month to complete this arduous task.
There was no way around it—the creator of this immortal mansion was an ancient great immortal, on par with a primordial demon god. Those at the Nascent Soul stage were nothing but ants in their presence. For an ant to try to destroy an elephant’s home, it needed not only strong teeth but also sufficient time.
During this period, the guardian of the Mi Xian Realm did not disturb Su Che, as long as his actions did not threaten the overall plan for the return of the Witch God, the guardian had no right to stop him from refining the stone stele.
Days passed by. Lao He trained desperately in the Immortal Prison, continuously generating new chaos energy to supply Su Che. On the fifth day, the originally grayish-white inscriptionless stone stele began to change, its color darkening significantly to a light gray.
Continuing…
On the tenth day, the stone stele’s color deepened to dark gray.
By the sixteenth day, the entire stele took on a deep gray-black hue, with faint golden threads interwoven within. Undoubtedly, this meant the stele had absorbed enough chaos energy and undergone a fundamental transformation.
Buzz…
As Su Che continued the refining process, suddenly, the stone stele in front of him emitted a low hum. In that instant, Su Che realized that his mind could penetrate inside the stele.
Su Che naturally understood what this change meant. Many high-grade magical artifacts behaved this way—they rejected any external forces until they were claimed. If they allowed a cultivator’s mind to penetrate inside, it meant they had fully accepted them.
Claiming success!
Su Che left his mental imprint within the stele and sent a thought to officially name it “Mi Xian Realm.”
Whoa!

A flash of light appeared, and the three dark gold characters “Mi Xian Jing” instantly formed on the stone tablet. Prior to this, the Witch Clan had merely seized this spatial artifact by force without officially claiming it as their own. It wasn’t that the Witch Clan couldn’t conquer it, but rather because Mi Xian Jing was considered public property of the Witch Clan at that time and couldn’t belong to any single individual. Su Che knew clearly that he only had Mi Xian Jing temporarily; once a hundred years passed and the Witch God returned, he would have to return it to the Witch Clan. After all, it was their only sacred place for self-improvement. Only within Mi Xian Jing could they infuse the captured primordial spirits into their bodies and make them their own. Outside, due to the laws of the universe, this was simply impossible. With Mi Xian Jing now officially under his control, Su Che could carry it with him wherever he went. However, as Tian Yin had predicted, even after claiming it, Su Che still couldn’t control the internal world of Mi Xian Jing—it remained under the control of its guardian. There was no shortcut to the quest for treasures; just as before, Su Che had to explore it step by step. “What are your plans next?” Su Che asked Tian Yin. “I need to raise my cultivation to the later stage of Yuan Ying within ten years. Then, there are a few things I must do as preparations for the return of the Witch God,” Tian Yin replied. “These matters won’t take up your time. Go and do what you need to do. But remember, when the hundred years are up, you must bring Mi Xian Jing back to Qi Yuan Star. You can’t wander around at that time.” “Okay, I understand the importance,” Su Che nodded. “There’s no need for me to wander around. I’ll often visit Wu Ji Gate to see you. But in the near future, I plan to go to Mu Lan Star and then Wu Huang Star as well.” Tian Yin smiled and nodded. Although she couldn’t guess why he was going to Mu Lan Star, the reason for going to Wu Huang Star was obvious—greed! After that, the two discussed some details further. Su Che needed to rest for a few hours, as he had been working nonstop for over a dozen days to refine the Divine Tablet of Governance, leaving him mentally exhausted. That night, Su Che and the others appeared in the bottomless pit of the Abyss. Su Che held a dark-colored bead in his palm. This bead was the most genuine and fundamental external form of Mi Xian Jing. Of course, it could transform in countless ways, grow infinitely large, or become completely invisible. Millions of years ago, this bead took the place of the Witch Clan and suffered punishment, being split in two by divine wrath. Yet its internal space remained intact, resulting in two versions of Mi Xian Jing—one large and one small.

It’s truly incredible. Normally, if any spatial artifact were split in two by a powerful external force, its internal space would surely collapse completely, disintegrate, and vanish into nothingness. Yet this bead remained unharmed, with its internal space remaining extremely stable. Even the most powerful punitive forces of the heavens could only injure it, not destroy it, allowing it to reassemble even after millions of years. This shows that the origin of this bead is also extremely extraordinary! Tianyin once said there were reasons to suspect it might be a super divine artifact formed naturally from chaos, though there has been no conclusive evidence to prove this theory. Although the bead recognized its master, Su Che lacked the authority to store it safely inside his body, so he could only keep it close to him at all times. In other words, the Mi Xian Realm, which could bring about tremendous changes to the cultivation world, the spirit world, and even the immortal realm, was carried in Su Che’s pocket. If such news were spread, countless people would doubt it outright, while many others would be terrified to death… On the way back, Su Che first sent Tianyin back to Wuji Gate. At parting, they agreed that once he had dealt with the matters on Mulan Star and Wu Huang Star, he would visit her at Wuji Gate, as the interstellar portal was only a few thousand miles away, very close to Wuji Gate. “I still owe you one request,” Tianyin said with a gentle expression, though a playful glint appeared in her eyes. “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure you use this last request as soon as possible.” “No need!” Su Che replied firmly. “I want to exercise this last power now. My request is that you stop dwelling on our last bet. I really did win by accident. Let bygones be bygones, how about that?” Tianyin chuckled. “Is this your third request?” “Yes,” Su Che nodded seriously. He had already experienced her strength—being held grudges by Tianyin the Great Witch was no small matter. “Alright, I’ll let you go!” Tianyin waved her hand and turned to leave. But before entering Wuji Gate’s protective array, she turned back and gave Su Che a gentle reminder, “The path ahead is unpredictable. Be extra careful.” “I will,” Su Che replied with a nod. It wasn’t until her figure disappeared completely that Su Che took to the air and returned to Tianxuan Sect. On Xuanyu Peak, Yan Gu was still in seclusion, already for over two years. Su Che believed that within another half year, regardless of success or failure, he would emerge from seclusion. Three years seemed to be the ultimate limit.

Thus, Su Che also began practicing intermittently. In his free time, he would head to the Mi Xian Realm to search for various treasures. The Mi Xian Realm was extremely vast; to search it thoroughly inch by inch without missing anything would take decades even at Su Che’s exploration speed.
“Dao artifacts! I hope to obtain one or two of them. With strong defense, I still need one or two powerful offensive Dao artifacts. After all, my future opponents will become stronger, and I can’t always rely on Xiao Hei swinging an axe to fight them.”
With such aspirations, Su Che’s treasure-hunting journey was extremely fulfilling. To be honest, it was precisely because of these aspirations, efforts, and achievements that things became interesting. If it were like the Immortal Prison Space, where all treasures would fly before one’s eyes at the mere thought of it, leaving none behind, it would probably be rather boring…
More than three months passed in this way, and Yan Gu finally emerged from seclusion.
Upon seeing Su Che, this loyal servant knelt on one knee and reported respectfully, “I am fortunate to have lived up to my master’s expectations and successfully advanced to the later stage of Yuan Ying.”
Once impetuous, he now exuded extreme calmness and solidity, his aura somewhat resembling that of Su Che’s master, Xuan Zhong.
Of course, although Xuan Zhong was still in the early stage of Yuan Ying, his cultivation level was far inferior to Yan Gu’s, and his actual age was also much younger. Yet in Su Che’s mind, both Yan Gu and himself were juniors, while the master would always be the elder.
“Not bad. You’ve advanced successfully—this is worth celebrating. I’ll give you these two magic treasures as a reward…”
Su Che took out two top-tier claw-shaped offensive spiritual treasures from the Immortal Prison, both obtained recently in the Mi Xian Realm.
Although he hadn’t found a single Dao artifact yet, he already had hundreds of spiritual treasures of various grades piled up in the Immortal Prison, waiting for their new owners.
“Both are top-tier spiritual treasures?”
Although Yan Gu’s mental state had been forcibly altered into “desireless” by the soul shackles, receiving two top-tier treasures as gifts suddenly left him astonished.
“Return those two high-grade spiritual treasures I took from the sect’s treasure vault at some point to Senior Master,” Su Che said gravely. “From now on, anyone who belongs to us will have endless high-grade magic treasures at their disposal.”
“Yes, master. I’ll take care of it right away,” Yan Gu replied respectfully.
Before Su Che reached the stage of Ning Ying, he had entered the Tian Xuan Sect’s magic treasure vault with Yan Gu to select some treasures. Yan Gu had chosen two high-grade claw-shaped offensive treasures, but unexpectedly, he hadn’t had the chance to fight anyone. Now, after emerging from seclusion, he had received two more top-tier treasures.

This is because, even Su Che hadn’t anticipated two years ago that his second entry into the Mi Xian Realm would yield gains far beyond his imagination. Of course, Su Che was also fully aware that these gains were meant to strengthen the overall strength of Tian Xuan Zong; the stronger Tian Xuan Zong became, the greater his own fortune would grow. However, no matter how many spiritual treasures one had, they couldn’t bring about any substantial improvement in one’s personal strength, as the casual strikes launched by those powerful cultivators in the spiritual realm using top-tier Dao artifacts rendered countless spiritual treasures useless. No matter how many sheep there were, they were merely food and could never compare to the sharp fangs of tigers and wolves.