A cold dread settled deep in Xiao Tian's stomach. The Voidbloom. A plant of the Outer Void, thriving on a supposedly backwater planet.
His mind raced, piecing together fragments. This wasn't some random coincidence. His rebirth here, on this insignificant blue sphere, felt less like a miracle and more like a carefully laid trap.
He remembered the faint, almost imperceptible whisper that had drawn him to the flower in the first place. A whisper not of sound, but of pure, raw energy. It had beckoned to him, a subtle pull on his dormant cultivation senses.
Paranoia tightened its grip. He had dismissed it before, attributing it to residual instincts from his past life. Now, he knew better. There was something significant here, something hidden, something *ancient*.
Hours passed, Xiao Tian hunched over the Voidbloom, his spiritual sense probing its intricate structure. He confirmed its nature, its connection to vast, chaotic void energy. This planet, Recluse Blue, was anything but recluse.
His core wound throbbed. Betrayal. Always betrayal. He had been powerful, invincible even, in his past life, yet his allies had stabbed him in the back. Was this new life merely another stage, another elaborate scheme to exploit his unique abilities?
He needed answers. And the answers lay beneath the surface. Beneath the very ground he walked upon. The ley lines.
He stood, a grim resolve hardening his features. This wasn't just about survival anymore. This was about understanding the game he had been unwillingly thrust into. He would uncover every secret, no matter how terrifying.
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Dawn painted the sky in hues of orange and violet as Xiao Tian moved. His destination: a secluded valley rumored to hold unusual spiritual energy, a place the locals avoided.
He preferred the isolation. Fewer eyes meant fewer opportunities for his cautious probing to be mistaken for grand displays of power. He couldn't afford any more misunderstandings.
His senses stretched outwards, delicate tendrils of spiritual energy extending into the earth. He wasn't just looking for energy; he was discerning its flow, its quality, its *intent*.
Initially, the ley lines were as expected for a seemingly low-tier planet. Mild, meandering currents of elemental energy, enough to sustain flora and fauna, but nothing spectacular.
He walked for miles, mapping the subtle undulations, the minute concentrations. His internal system, the 'Jack of all Trades,' hummed with quiet efficiency, processing the vast amounts of data. Formation mastery, geomancy, energy manipulation – all skills he'd cultivated to absurd levels in his previous life, now seamlessly integrating.
Hours later, deep within the valley, the subtle whisper returned. Stronger this time, more insistent. It vibrated against his very soul, a discordant note in the planet's otherwise tranquil energy flow.
His eyes narrowed. This wasn't a natural anomaly. This was an interference, a powerful, deliberate obstruction. He pressed on, following the growing resonance.
Soon, the ground beneath his feet shifted. Not physically, but in the way it resonated with spiritual energy. The usual gentle currents vanished, replaced by a dense, almost tangible pressure. It was like walking into a different dimension of energy.
He stopped, his hand touching the rough bark of an ancient tree. Its roots, usually drawing nutrients from the earth, seemed to be recoiling, pushed away by an unseen force. The vegetation around it looked stunted, struggling.