Yan Zaizen didn’t truly grasp the significance of a worldw in the cultivation world, especially the significance of the lifews. So when he witnessed the reactions of everyone around him, he felt out of ce and ufortable, but also a little bit of pride welled up in him.


    "A worldw?!" Xing Xuehan shouted. Her gaze towards Yan Zaizen that previously held shallow affection turned incredibly deep almost instantly. At this moment, from her eyes, Yan Zaizen felt that if he wanted to ask her to have his babies, she’d volunteer and kill all other up-anders. It wasn’t just Xing Xuehan, but Su Fengyan’s eyes were also not too far off, as if she was looking at a treasure from the heavens.


    Clearing his throat, he got up and calmly brushed himself off. He took on a heroic expression, this time a little less awkward, and nodded slightly in acknowledgment. His actions had a casual feel to it as if using a worldw was nothing special. Just another Tuesday morning.


    Ying Sumian tried to calm the raging waves in her heart. Yan Zaizen may not recognize the importance of a World Law, especially the lifew, but she did. They all did.


    In this world, there were the threews: Mortal, World, and Imperial. Each with their own significance, but what people don’t realize is that out of the entire poption of Presba, which ranges in the ten billion in number, the percentage of cultivators numbering about ny-percent of that, and yet less than one-percentprehend a Mortal Law. That was less than ny million out of nine billion cultivators!


    Even then, Mortal Laws were divided even further into their own grades and level of difficulty in terms of perception, from weak ones to strong. Additionally, the majority of that numberprehend weak Mortal Laws. The amount thatprehend World-gradews?


    Less than 0.1% of the individuals whoprehendws.


    A grand total of about ny thousand.


    Ny Thousand Cultivators out of Nine Billion!


    Going further, the amount that wouldprehend the strongws such as life, space, or yin would amount to less than a hundred in the entire country. As for Imperial Laws? Don’t even think of it, none since Presba’s establishment as a country.


    Clearing his throat, Yan Zaizen looked at Bai Dongzhe’s healthy expression and gave himself a mental job well done. "Do you know the direction of the nearest ce with people?" He asked, ignoring their shocked expressions. After much thought, he realized that walking without focus wasn’t smart and should simply ask for directions. That way, he’d avoid getting lost as well.


    "..."


    "?"


    "..."


    "...You don’t know?" He asked, seeing no one respond.


    Xing Xuehan was the first one to speak, "Y-yes! We know. We’re going there after we rest. Considering we currently have enough materials. Right, Ying Sumian?" Her voice was a little hurried.


    "Ahem, yes. After daybreak, we’ll take our leave. We can apany you there if you wish." She gathered her bearings and calmly said.


    Hearing this, Yan Zaizen’s eyes lit up in excitement. He never even considered having a guide. Since they were experienced hunters, they should know all of the safe locations and ways to exit this forest. He also needed to find someway to unload these beast cores, and they should be experienced in that as well. His Qi cultivation was just a little too low at the moment, and he needed to seize his hand on some resources for his cultivation. The only thing he had in his bag was beast cores. All the essence liquid he received from Lin Feilin had long since been depleted.


    "Okay." He agreed, walking over to where he was thinking, sat back down, and started to ruminate over that feeling he had with the white me earlier. It seems that when hisprehension on the driving force of the unyielding white me reached a certain point, it would evolve. Thinking up to here, he couldn’t help but wonder about the inky ck wood. It wasn’t only the lifeforce the wood had, but something remarkably simr to death.


    The rest just gazed at him silently with a hint of solemnness. Each with their own thoughts.


    Yan Zaizen sent his spiritual sense into the ring. Since heprehended the white me’s lifews perhaps he couldprehend the inky ck wood’s deathws as well. After some thought, he approached the inky ck wood. Unfortunately, the deathws were currently in the cycle phase where it was incredibly weak. The small white me dazzled brilliantly while consuming the essence of the wood.


    "The me is at its highest. When life reaches an extreme, it plunges to death. When death reaches its extreme, it gives birth to life." He thought. The wood never disappears, but the white me does, or perhaps the white me goes into a state of hibernation in which he couldn’t sense it. Regardless, there are times where he can’t sense a hint of life on the inky ck wood, such as when he first saw it.


    He waited patiently. It didn’t take long before the white me’s cycle reached its zenith. The inky ck wood seemed to have been waiting for its moment, as it started to get stronger, siphoning off the strength from the white me. The me consumes the aura of death to produce life, but the wood siphons off the me’s life to produce death.


    He kept on gaining further and further insights into the essence of their interaction. Unlike before, he didn’t enter a state of enlightenment. Instead, he felt abnormally aware. It was as if he had alreadyprehended the inky ck wood’s deathws, but simply incapable of grabbing it. What he didn’t realize, was that life and deathws naturally conflicted. Normally, they wouldn’t be able to exist together but only are created when the other is at its end. Therefore, when he had grabbed a hold of the lifew from before, the deathw was right next to it, but gradually faded due to his choice.


    His connection to the deathw was exceptionally faint, to the point where he could only feel an inkling of its existence.


    However, ignorance and persistent curiosity can sometimes lead to extraordinary things. The first fire lit. The first wheel rolled. The first fish taking its first steps on the shore.


    He didn’t give up, in fact, he tried even harder. The cycle of life and death of the inky ck wood and unyielding white me continued for one hundred and eight times. A sh of golden light revealed itself in his soul, slightly reminiscent of the heavens.


    Yan Zaizen’s eyes turned misty.


    His aura fluctuated as he once more entered a state of rare enlightenment.


    "The white me is persistent and unyielding, only when it reaches its end, does it perish. The wood is all present and looming, it can not be fully burned by the me, and reims what’s been taken by the me." The words he once spoke during hisprehension of the unyielding white me before was repeated. This time, however, more was added. "Death siphons life. Death can only exist where life is, it feeds off, it grows from, and it stays immortal because...as long as life exists, so does it."


    A sh of deep ck color surged into his originally amber pupils. The others were resting and therefore didn’t detect the brilliance of his state. Even Xing Xuehan who slept right next to him, with a nket over her body, didn’t sense a single thing as it was beyond herprehension.


    A slight grin appeared on his face as he returned back to that space where he felt all thews were near, yet incredibly far. He saw the vibrant white me that refused to yield to any and all, and a ck wooden orb slowly rotating around it, as if waiting for it an opportunity to strike. Always present and always looming about.


    "The Siphoning Shadow of Death." He opened his left hand, revealing a perfectly circr ck orb. He opened his right hand, revealing an unyielding white me.


    I’m Yan Zaizen, one World Law? Pssh. I canprehend two.


    Yan Zaizen had no idea that what he just did, bncing two opposing worldws in one soul, was unprecedented in the entire realm.