Yuliana’s poison-blurred mind snapped awake the instant fragrant celestial energy rushed over her. Her eyelids flew open, breath catching at the sight that greeted her.

Instead of a dank prison for demonic creatures, she found herself standing upon boundless spiritual soil, awash in shimmering light.

In the distance, rolling hills rose like waves, each peak carved from flawless celestial gems Jared had hoarded from celestial gem mines and fallen cultivators alike.

Between those jeweled mounds a silver stream meandered, its waters nothing but liquefied celestial energy. Old-growth spiritual plants crowded the banks, including ten-thousand-year reishi mushroom and even a handful of Enlightenment Tea Trees, whose leaves wept spiritual dew that spun into tiny vortices before ever touching the grass.

Farther still, the nine-tier Pentacarna Tower floated in open sky, rune-etched walls blazing like starlight and illuminating the entire inner world with a calm, holy brilliance.

High above them, the void shimmered as if the hours themselves were turning like the pages of a luminous book.

Between one heartbeat and the next, Jared watched rare herbs sprout, blossom, and wither, their life cycles racing forward at a pace both uncanny and strangely harmonious.