67: Chapter 67 Teleportation Experiment

These plane worlds, some complete, some fragmented, some young, some ancient.

Like billions of bubbles floating in the cosmic torrent, in this gap and space-time rift of the Boundary Sea, they are born, perish, collide, intertwine, and drift apart at speeds beyond imagination.

Shen Moyan stood dazed on the boat, his mouth and tongue dry.

The loves and hates of individuals, the rise and fall of civilizations, even the survival of a world.

Before this torrent of the Boundary Sea, they all appeared so insignificant.

An unprecedented sense of vastness welled up in Shen Moyan's heart.

Countless fragmented and chaotic murmurs rang in his ears, like the wails of ten thousand dead souls, or like the noise generated by the friction of plane Laws, attempting to drill into his Sea of Consciousness and disturb his mind.

Shen Moyan immediately circulated the "Scripture of Severing All Manifestations," maintaining the clarity of his spiritual platform and regarding all external appearances as illusory.

He stood at the bow, letting his sleeves flap loudly in this disordered flowing light.

The emotions on his face quickly calmed, and he gazed steadily at the unpredictable route ahead.

After a long time, he let out a soft sigh, his voice like wind brushing against cold jade, carrying a hint of distant loneliness as he whispered amidst the flowing light of ten thousand worlds:

"I once thought that by reaching the mountain peak, I could look down upon the sea of clouds and all living beings."

His gaze seemed to penetrate the gray light of the ancient boat, falling once more upon those ever-birthing and perishing plane bubbles.

"Only today do I know that I am but the rise and fall of a single grain of dust among the infinite eternal sands."

"..."

The Ferryman at the bow glanced at Shen Moyan, who had an unusual expression, then turned his head back, concentrating on rowing and ignoring him.

Shen Moyan noticed the other's gaze and also restrained his expression.

A very faint smile brushed past the corners of his lips, seemingly self-mocking, yet also a sense of relief:

"Seeing these ten thousand worlds like autumn leaves, swirling into existence and then perishing, I only now realize that everything in the past was but a frog in a well talking of the sea, or a summer insect talking of ice."

He looked at this Boundary Sea that spanned two prefectures.

Here, space and time lost all common sense; once fallen in, even a Purple Mansion True Man might be lost forever.

Only these ferrymen who mastered ancient secret paths could find relatively safe routes.

The ancient boat seemed to drift with the tide in the bizarre turbulence, but in reality, it followed a certain profound trajectory, moving forward steadily.

The Skeleton Ferryman was like a statue, with only the soul fire in its eye sockets flickering occasionally as it adjusted the course.

An unknown amount of time passed—it could have been a moment, or it could have been several years.

Within the chaotic flowing light ahead, a stable glimmer gradually emerged.

That glimmer expanded rapidly, gradually outlining a hazy scene with the contours of normal mountains and rivers.

"Feiguang Prefecture..."

Shen Moyan murmured in his heart, sensing the Spiritual Qi fluctuations of that world, which were completely different from Langya Prefecture.

The ancient boat jolted slightly, as if breaking through some barrier, completely emerging from the bizarre Boundary Sea and sailing into a strange body of water shrouded in hazy morning light.

The space-time turbulence behind him vanished quickly, like a closing curtain.

The Skeleton Ferryman retracted the pole and resumed its position with its back to the passenger, silently announcing the end of the journey.

Shen Moyan took a deep breath of the cool morning air of Feiguang Prefecture, feeling the more active Spiritual Qi within it, knowing he had successfully left that place of trouble, Langya Prefecture.

He took one last look in the direction he came from, where only ordinary mountains and sky remained.

At this moment, Shen Moyan was finally able to temporarily step out of the game, gaining a broader space to place his pieces.

"Well, the vision of the Six Senses Fireflies is still there."

Shen Moyan closed his eyes, switching his perspective, and sensed several Clones, as well as Luo Changting's situation.

Although the positioning was extremely distant, the shared perception was still effective, as if they were entangled.

"In just a few days on the boat, a year has passed in Langya Prefecture. Truly miraculous—completely different from a teleportation Formation. It is indeed somewhat backward."

There was even a time difference when crossing the Boundary Sea; no wonder the Holy Court officials abandoned this old route in favor of teleportation Formations.

Teleportation Formations were almost instantaneous, with no need to worry about the inconvenience caused by time differences.

"However..."

"The effect of these Six Senses Fireflies is somewhat Heaven-Defying," Shen Moyan couldn't help but remark. "To actually be able to share perception across prefectures."

"Why would such a miraculous species grow in the Yin-Yang Earth Cave?"

He couldn't help but begin to ponder the origin of these fireflies.

Perception treasures like the earth hearing fungus were also discovered in the Yin-Yang Earth Cave.

Both were perception-type treasures; it was hard not to link them together.

"Never mind, now is not the time to think about these things."

Shen Moyan's figure flashed, turning into a faint streak of light as he left this desolate Boundary River ferry crossing and quietly vanished into the boundless world of Feiguang Prefecture... In cultivation, there is no sense of time; half a year later.

Feiguang Prefecture, inside a hidden Immortal Cave.

Shen Moyan's true body sat suspended in mid-air. On the massive rubbing stone before him, the Formation patterns of the cross-prefecture teleportation formation emitted a faint, eerie light.

His eyes were tightly shut, his fingertips tracing in the air. Biyang mana flowed like threads, outlining a miniature Formation model tens of thousands of times smaller in front of him.

The model's structure was exquisite, every line corresponding perfectly to the Formation diagram rubbed in his Sea of Consciousness and the spatial fluctuations sensed in real-time by his Clone in Langya Prefecture.

This was Shen Moyan's next research project.

Cross-prefecture teleportation—this was the most important step on Shen Moyan's chessboard in this life.

"The deduction of the teleportation Formation structure has reached thirty percent similarity, and the spiritual power circuit simulation is smooth," Shen Moyan murmured to himself. "Next, I need to verify the effect of teleporting living things."

With a thought, he communicated with the Clone Three far away in Langya Prefecture.

Langya Prefecture, a secret room in Yue Prefecture.

Receiving the instruction from the true body, Clone Three immediately went into action.

Before him was also a miniature Formation model, but it was much simpler, primarily used to receive the precise structure sent by the true body and perform a physical projection.

Clone Three untied a specialized spirit beast bag from his waist. With a flash of light from the bag's opening, a small white mouse with snowy fur and darting eyes appeared in his palm.

This was the Treasure-Seeking Rat that Shen Moyan had casually grabbed from the Hai Jiao Chamber of Commerce before leaving. It was the original owner of the Treasure Sniffing Nose he had refined in his previous life, and also the little beast that had caused Cen Boliang such a headache.

It was quite extraordinary; though only a low-tier Yao Beast, it had a unique perception of treasures.

It also had a naturally keen intuition for the flow of Spiritual Qi and spatial fluctuations, making it the perfect experimental subject for testing the teleportation Formation.

It could sense subtle changes during the teleportation process, and its relatively fragile Physical Body was sufficient to amplify any instability factors.

Clone Three refined a Six Senses Firefly into its brain to more intuitively sense the effects of the teleportation Formation.

"Little fellow, your Opportunity has come."

Clone Three's face was expressionless. He forced out a wisp of pure mana from his fingertip, mixed it with the Formation structure information transmitted from the true body across the distance, and carved a tiny teleportation gate in the air, just large enough for the white mouse to pass through.

The light from the gate was weak, but its structure was highly consistent with the core part of the model the true body was deducing in Feiguang Prefecture.

Feiguang Prefecture, at the true body's location.

Shen Moyan's true body fully activated his Divine Sense, and his left Heavenly Demon Eye opened slightly to see the flow of energy at the microscopic level and the subtle distortions in the spatial structure more clearly.

He took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "Clone Three, inject standard units of spiritual power and activate the gate."

Langya Prefecture, at Clone Three's location.

"Yes," Clone Three responded, placing a mountain-like pile of Spirit Stones in the center of the Formation patterns beneath the gate. Standard units of spiritual power were precisely poured into the miniature gate.

Cross-prefecture teleportation consumed a vast amount of spiritual power; a single use cost nearly tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.

The gate immediately lit up with a soft white light, creating a weak suction.

The Treasure-Seeking Rat seemed to sense something, let out a few uneasy squeaks, but under Clone Three's mana restriction, it was still cast into the gate, its figure instantly swallowed by the white light.

Feiguang Prefecture, at the true body's location.

At the moment the Treasure-Seeking Rat entered the gate, the miniature model in front of Shen Moyan's true body vibrated violently!

The light of several main Formation patterns representing spatial stability flickered erratically, and the Formation core, in particular, bore pressure fluctuations far exceeding expectations.

"Strong spatial ripple feedback! The receiving point coordinates are shifting!" Shen Moyan's pupils constricted, and he immediately transmitted adjustment instructions to Clone Three via Divine Sense.

"Correct the spiritual power output immediately, increase the frequency! Fast!"

Langya Prefecture, at Clone Three's location.

Clone Three did not hesitate, instantly adjusting the spiritual power output from his fingertips.

At the same time, he stared intently at the tiny teleportation gate. He saw the white light inside flashing wildly, and faintly heard the Treasure-Seeking Rat's shrill screams and the sound of subtle spatial distortions.

Feiguang Prefecture, at the true body's location.

In the miniature model, after the light spot representing the receiving point shook violently, it finally managed to stabilize, but its position deviated from the preset coordinates by about an inch.

Shen Moyan's brow furrowed: "Teleportation complete, but the coordinate accuracy error exceeds the limit. Living life reaction... none."

Before his voice could fade, a glimmer of light flashed on the preset receiving Formation in the Immortal Cave, and the Treasure-Seeking Rat fell out.

Its fur was charred and curled, its flesh was a bloody mess, and its limbs were unnaturally twisted.

Shen Moyan reached out and pulled the Treasure-Seeking Rat's corpse toward him, his Divine Sense carefully scanning it.

"Spatial distortion on the body surface, internal organs shaken and compressed by space, bones shattered... Divine Soul extinguished, intelligence dissipated."

He calmly recorded the data, "Teleportation successful, but safety is extremely poor; the damage to low-tier living things is nearly fatal."

"Source of error... temporarily unknown, still requires a large number of subsequent experiments."

Shen Moyan casually placed the corpse into a jade box.

Sealing it for now would facilitate future experimental comparisons.

"The first living teleportation experiment is over. A complete failure."

There was no sign of discouragement in Shen Moyan's eyes; instead, an even stronger interest in research was ignited.

He looked at the vast and complex Formation patterns on the rubbing stone as if looking at a Treasure Trove waiting to be excavated.

"Clone Three, prepare the second batch of experimental subjects and adjust the Formation patterns. We will conduct the next test immediately."