Chapter 451: Pushing the Cultivation Method with the World

Three years.

The three years felt longer than Zuo Meng had anticipated. What troubled him more was how this world kept eating away at his memories. It kept suggesting that all his previous experiences were just a dream – and when dreams end, their contents vanish. By now, Zuo Meng could barely remember anything except fragments of the Dream Realm, the world he’d built from scratch.

Everything else faded. Over these three years, Zuo Meng clearly felt his power weakening – or rather, any power not belonging to this world being rejected. This made him understand the world better and realize the door’s true horror.

“At least it’s finally done.”

As a former Creator, Zuo Meng wouldn’t wait helplessly. Using the three Origin Rules as foundation, he compressed all his knowledge and power into a golden seed planted between his eyebrows. This method resembled the local totem path, allowing it to remain intact.

“Combining Five Elements, Six Desires and tainted Origin Rules into this Origin Seed… This changes everything.”

The golden seed spun on his fingertip, glowing faintly. When activated, it stirred surrounding energies. From beyond the door came roars of phantom forces that couldn’t penetrate through.

The door blocked everything.

“Power gets blocked, but civilization persists.”

As Creator, Zuo Meng located his world in the chaos beyond the door – the Dream Realm!

During his absence, the Dream Realm had aged through eras, becoming cultivation-focused. Celestial palaces floated in its Main World, with surrounding small worlds transformed into Spirit and Mortal Realms. Beyond cultivators, Zuo Meng sensed familiar presences: saints he’d appointed, ancient stones, and…

In the deepest ocean, an Old Turtle had built an underwater palace after surviving countless eras. This ultimate survival expert could rival saints in power, yet chose to maintain a modest domain under Immortal Realm’s jurisdiction – true next-level caution!

One day.

Ye Chen and others secluded as usual suddenly sensed familiar consciousness.

“Teacher?”

Goddess Xi and Ye Chen opened their eyes simultaneously. The Storyteller, Jie Ming, and Ku looked up – the nearly forgotten Creator had returned. In the water palace, the napping Old Turtle jerked awake, tumbling shell-first off its dragon throne, limbs retracting instantly.

“Master?”

“What’s happening?”

Clam maidens gaped. Was this the same mighty lord who claimed even Ancestor Dragon was his grandson? Now trembling like some common pond turtle!

“Don’t see me, don’t see me…”

The Old Turtle ignored its underlings. Survival since world’s dawn required thick skin. Those prideful chaotic beings born with Origins? All dead. Turtle Elder knew its limits!

“Simulate this cultivation method this era.”

Though power couldn’t cross the door, consciousness could. That sufficed.

With an entire world’s population testing methods and spotting flaws, success was inevitable.

“Acknowledged!”

All Dream Realm’s strong individuals received the command. The Old Turtle peeked from its shell, relieved Taichu Immortal Ancestor didn’t want its life. Immediately mobilizing shrimp soldiers and crab generals, research began.

“One night here equals half an era there.”

Connecting to Dream Realm revealed the time difference. His tribal status being low, Uncle Dayou’s Wolf Fang relic could only get basic tribal techniques – but Zuo Meng had expanded these into ten transcendence-approaching totem methods before memories faded.

Theory needed testing. Failure meant being trapped. The Dream Realm provided both testers and time.

Dawn came.

Connecting via seed flooded Zuo Meng with memories – billions practicing his Basic Totem Method. Ordinary people would’ve crumbled under such torrential data. Even weakened, the golden seed let him endure.

After fifteen minutes:

“Half an era’s work.”

Zuo Meng exhaled. Instantaneous aeons of knowledge elevated his understanding. Ten methods spawned billions of variations – early pitfalls, late traps, mental corruption risks… All exposed through countless trials.

What remained was the perfected method – polished through half an era’s collective effort!