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“When will I be able to leave this place?”

The young man lay on the soft grass, gazing up at the sky dotted with gently drifting clouds. In this serene, tranquil environment where even the wind seemed to be absent, his mind was at peace. Such an untroubled state of being was beyond what he had dared to imagine just two months ago.

No need to worry about the Yamen runners of the government, no need to fear the ferocious dogs on the road, no need to worry about being driven away by anyone. Here, he was free and unrestricted; there was a seemingly endless supply of food. Whether he was hungry or thirsty, he could just pluck something to eat.

Although he had only been here for two months, the young man had a feeling of being entirely removed from his past life. The worries that had once plagued him had now faded into the distance, like dreamlike figments.

However, even devoid of the harassment and extortion from the Yamen runners, the oppression from the servants of the nobles, and the bullying from dogs, the boy, no longer facing issues about food and drink, encountered a new concern.

Boredom, banality, nothing to do!

The young man never thought there would come a day when he would be overwhelmed by idleness. Although he had long fantasized about such a life, now that he was truly living it, he found it somewhat unbearable.

At first, it was still bearable, because besides the majestic auspicious beast that he barely dared to gaze upon, there were countless demon wolves scattered throughout the land.

Even though these fearsome demon beasts weren’t particularly interested in him, they wouldn’t harm him either. If he was truly bored, he could always seek them out for some talk.

However, less than half a month after he had entered this place, first the terrifying horde of over a hundred demon wolves and then the auspicious beast, which he viewed with deep reverence, took turns and left.

Regardless of how aimlessly he ran or how loudly he yelled, he couldn’t seem to attract any animals. It felt like he was all alone in this vast space, the emptiness and silence unnerved him.

Such solitude and loneliness, the boy could barely withstand at first. But as time went by, Cheng Ping found it increasingly unbearable.

He even stimulated the power hidden within his body, which supposedly consumed his lifespan, recklessly lashing out and damaging many places, but still, no creatures appeared.

This made the young man feel a profound sense of despair. He suddenly realized that this worry-free place with abundance, was like a prison. The loneliness and solitude were torturing its single captive.

“What’s wrong with this kid? How come he’s changed so much in such a short period of time?”

A clear and soothing voice rang out. As Cheng Ping struggled to lift his head, he saw a familiar figure appear at his side. This figure that he deeply revered seemed to be talking to something above his head, which he couldn’t detect.

“It seems he can’t bear loneliness, hence his madness.”

The spirit of the Cave Sky lowered its head, replying to Feng Qing’an.

Everything that had occurred to the young man within the short span of two months was known to it, but it had not intervened.

It had never viewed this minuscule creature as anything of significance. Even if the boy went mad, it didn’t see it as a problem. It even disdained the boy’s inability to bear solitude for such a short period of time. The former master of the Cave Sky would spend more time than this just napping.

“I see.”

Feng Qing’an suddenly understood. He had placed the young man in this layer originally occupied by Sen Miao and the pack of demon wolves.

However, he had summoned Sen Miao and the demon wolves away just two months ago, leaving the young man alone. For Cheng Ping, who was just an ordinary boy until recently, this would, naturally, be a form of extreme mental torture.

If the boy practiced Daoist cultivation, he could spend time meditating, but that wasn’t the case. The inner power he possessed was awakened under intense external stimuli, a rare kind of blood lineage.

“Immortal, can you let me leave this place?”

Although he instinctively feared Feng Qing’an, after a month and a half of loneliness and isolation, Cheng Ping had thrown caution to the wind.

“You want to leave here?”

It was only then that Feng Qing’an lowered his gaze at the young man, a smile playing on his lips. Originally, his detached attitude towards the boy was merely because he found the boy’s situation unique and somewhat pitiful, so he casually admitted him into the Cave Sky.

After all, there were countless demons and ghosts residing in the Cave Sky; it didn’t make much difference whether the boy was there or not. But now, everything had changed. Feng Qing’an, who had completed an assessment of all the petty royals in Qi Country, had new ideas.

Support a dragon?

Support a fart’s dragon. Did those pathetic figures actually expect him to extend a hand?

wishful thinking!

He wasn’t going to support a dragon; he was going to create one!

Since he couldn’t find a satisfactory founding monarch in the mortal realm, he would just cultivate one himself. And this young man was readily available, a seed for a future emperor.

Kings and Ministers, they must have a kind of spirit!

Even though the boy came from a lowly background and had lost his parents, suffering extreme misery, he nevertheless managed to scrap together a living in his hometown. He was not reduced to the point of having to become a monk, or a beggar.

His background was not too shabby. Some who rose to the throne were so humble that they began with just a bowl; they still managed to ascend to the great position and lord over the world. This boy had a broken-tile house to start with, and what’s more, he was not ordinary. Under the harsh conditions of his environment, he had awakened quite a remarkable bloodline.