Cultivator's Cave

Time seemed to stretch as he took a moment to steady himself, his senses adjusting to the overpowering influx of energy. His gaze remained fixed on the cave entrance, its draw tugging at something deep within him.

After what felt like minutes, maybe even an hour, but was only a few seconds, Xu Feng took a final deep breath, centering himself before bracing to enter. He was whole, the ring on his finger emanating warmth and stability, his abilities in sync with his purpose.

The nagging uncertainty that had loomed over him finally began to dissolve. This cave, with its overwhelming energy, belonged to a cultivator—a demon beast or a human practitioner was unknown, but it was a cultivator none the less. 

The garden was undoubtedly the property of a skilled cultivator who cultivated precious immortal plants, which explained the mysterious flora he encountered earlier.