Chapter 39: Becoming a Saint once Again.

Dao Wei struggled to calm himself, his heart pounding with excitement. Anyone who had just inherited such a profound fortune as the Sky Splitting Origin Dragon's abilities would find it difficult to maintain composure. The dragon was a being of legend, its power beyond mortal comprehension, and even though Dao Wei could only harness a fraction of it, the thrill was almost too much to bear.

Yet, despite the dragon's incredible abilities, Dao Wei knew he was far from utilizing them fully. His current strength simply wasn't enough. It was like holding a treasure chest filled with riches but lacking the key to open it. Sighing deeply, Dao Wei forced himself to focus, knowing that patience and cultivation were his only paths forward.

He slowly exited his sea of consciousness, returning to the reality around him. When he opened his eyes, he found himself on the first room of the SkyTower, where three orbs of light hovered before him. These orbs contained the memories of three ancient gods, each representing a different divine discipline.

"A pity," Dao Wei muttered to himself, a note of regret in his voice. "I don't have the strength to merge with even one of these memories right now."

From the knowledge he had gained after entering the SkyTower, Dao Wei understood that these memories were locked behind powerful barriers. To access them, he needed to be much stronger.

The first orb contained the memories of the Ancient Pill God, but the barrier guarding it required the strength of at least the First Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. The second orb held the memories of the Ancient Formation God, but it demanded the power of the First Stage of the Nirvana Realm. The third orb, the most mysterious of all, guarded the memories of the Ancient Inscription God, requiring a minimum strength of the First Stage of the Transcendence Realm to unlock.

At present, Dao Wei was only at the Peak Stage of the Golden Core Realm. The gulf between his current level and the power needed to access these memories was vast. If he wanted to unlock any of the barriers, he would have to work tirelessly, pushing his cultivation to new heights.

"In the Mortal World, only strength matters," Dao Wei reflected his expression hardening. "No matter how noble your identity is, if you lack strength, your fate is to be trampled by the strong." He paused, considering the rare exception—those with powerful backers. But even then, true respect was earned through personal power, not the borrowed strength of another.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Dao Wei turned away from the orbs and exited the SkyTower. As he stepped outside, the vast and beautiful world spread out before him once more. The sight was breathtaking, a reminder of the boundless opportunities and challenges that awaited him.

According to the information he had gleaned from the stone pillar within the SkyTower, this expansive world and the tower itself could be used as a storage space. He could raise magical beasts here, plant herbs, and even cultivate them further—a living, breathing treasure trove at his disposal.

In the Mortal Realm, storage tools like bags and spatial rings were invaluable. A storage bag allowed one to carry many items, while a spatial ring, far rarer and more expensive, served a similar purpose but could be worn on the finger. However, to store living plants or herbs, one needed a spatial ring, a treasure so rare and costly that few could ever hope to possess one.

Dao Wei was exhilarated by this revelation. Though he already owned a spatial ring, the prospect of using an entire world as his personal storage was exhilarating. From time to time, he found himself laughing out loud, gazing up at the sky in sheer joy. Had anyone else been present, they might have thought him mad.

Eventually, he returned to the tower, his excitement still simmering beneath the surface. Inside, he sat cross-legged on his bed, holding a Grade 6 Stabilization Pill in his hand. Dao Wei began to cultivate, focusing his mind and energy. Although he had reached the peak of the Golden Core Realm, he could feel that the energy within his body had not yet reached full saturation.

As he gradually absorbed the pill's energy, Dao Wei's cultivation surged once more. The speed at which his strength grew was astounding, ten times faster than when he had absorbed the Primordial Spring. Days passed in a blur as Dao Wei devoted every waking moment to his cultivation, pausing only for meals.

After three days, the divine energy within him had finally reached its limit. No matter how much more he tried to absorb, his internal energy refused to grow further. Dao Wei knew what this meant—he had reached a critical juncture in his cultivation.

He needed to ascend to the Saint level and condense his Saint Soul, or risk his divine energy stagnating forever. The process of becoming a Saint was something he had studied extensively, learning the intricate procedures from the Abyssal Chasm. It involved condensing all of one's inner energy into a Saint Soul, a process that required perfect harmony between the soul and the energy.

Once this was accomplished, a cultivator would truly become a Saint, their power elevated to an entirely new realm. Dao Wei didn't hesitate. He retrieved a Grade 5 Monster Core from his spatial ring, prepared to use it if necessary, and immediately began the process of condensing his Saint Soul.

He approached the task with confidence. After all, he had been a Saint before his body was destroyed. Now, with his experience and determination, the path to reclaiming that power seemed clear. This time, he would not fail.