Chapter 065: Divine Opportunity

The Realm of Illusions!

As Xiao Chen stepped into the garden's enchantment, his expression shifted instantly. Before him stood a towering blade of grass, more than ten feet tall, its vibrant green radiance almost surreal. A faint bitter smile played at the corners of his lips.

"It seems I underestimated this array. To think it employs such intricate techniques," he murmured, frowning slightly. Yet, his composure quickly returned. Now that he had stepped into the formation, whatever dangers awaited him, he had no choice but to confront them head-on. Regret served no purpose now.

Xiao Chen's gaze sharpened as he surveyed his surroundings. When he extended his spiritual senses, his expression darkened. A peculiar force suppressed his divine consciousness, limiting its range to a mere hundred feet. Fortunately, his probing revealed no immediate threats. With a small sigh of relief, his eyes scanned the area. In his path stood three enormous blades of grass, each more than ten feet tall, their emerald leaves exuding a lifelike fragrance. The authenticity of their aura was so convincing that, had he not known he was within a formation, Xiao Chen might have believed them to be actual plants.

"Once I've entered, I must find my way out. No matter how complex or powerful this formation may be, it cannot stop me," he whispered to himself. Determination gleamed in his eyes. A glint of silver flashed in his pupils, and complex, ancient runes materialized within his irises, as if miniature galaxies were swirling in their depths. The runes shifted, formed, and dissipated in a profound cycle of creation and destruction.

As these mystical symbols danced in his eyes, Xiao Chen's fingers began to move with precision, weaving an intricate series of seals. Each gesture carried an ancient rhythm, and faint crescent-shaped patterns appeared in the air, melding into the formation as he worked.

Time passed in silence. Beads of sweat began to form on Xiao Chen's pale face, but his movements remained steady. His fingers moved with practiced elegance, carving paths through the array's defenses. Gradually, the massive blade of grass before him began to shrink. Ten feet became seven, then five, and finally three, before it condensed into a diminutive plant barely a foot tall. Its vibrant green hue deepened, radiating an even more potent vitality.

Xiao Chen's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. His fingers danced faster, the seals he formed becoming simpler and more efficient. With each passing moment, his mastery of the formation grew more profound. As the final seal completed, the blade of grass shimmered and condensed further, becoming a green orb the size of a grain of rice.

Without hesitation, Xiao Chen snatched the orb from the ground and swallowed it. Sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes and began to refine the energy within.

The green orb dissolved instantly upon entering his body, releasing a surge of pure, restorative energy that coursed through his veins. His depleted divine consciousness rapidly replenished, growing even stronger than before. At the same time, fragmented visions imprinted themselves upon his mind—fleeting glimpses of an ancient formation technique he had never encountered.

Within moments, Xiao Chen's eyes snapped open, a sharp brilliance flashing within them. His body thrummed with vitality.

"This array conceals unimaginable opportunities!" he muttered, suppressing the excitement bubbling within him. The single green orb not only restored his spiritual energy but also granted him insights into a unique and profound array technique. Such a reward came from dismantling just one blade of grass.

Standing, he surveyed the countless towering blades of grass stretching into the distance, his earlier trepidation giving way to eager anticipation.

Each blade of grass was now a treasure trove waiting to be unlocked. They were stationary, patiently awaiting his discovery—a rare and exhilarating prospect.

"Let's see how much I can harvest," he murmured, his resolve firm.

Walking toward the second blade of grass, Xiao Chen's eyes glowed with those mysterious runes once again. His hands moved even faster this time, the intricate seals he formed imbued with greater efficiency and precision.

Half an hour later, the second blade of grass yielded its treasure—a second green orb.

Xiao Chen wasted no time consuming it, allowing its restorative power to flood his body. After a brief meditation, he turned his attention to the next target.

Each successive blade of grass fell faster than the last. Xiao Chen's growing familiarity with the array's intricacies allowed him to dismantle the formations with increasing speed and finesse. Over time, his gestures took on an almost effortless grace, blending seamlessly with the ancient techniques imprinted in his mind.

By the time Xiao Chen had dismantled the twenty-first blade of grass, the area around him had become a cleared expanse. Sitting cross-legged in the center, he began to piece together the fragments of knowledge gleaned from the green orbs.

A few hours later, his eyes opened, gleaming with newfound understanding. A fully realized array technique had taken shape within his mind.

The technique was deceptively simple yet profoundly elegant, much like its name: "Green Grass."

While the technique appeared modest on the surface, it concealed layers of complexity and untapped potential. Even with his current mastery, Xiao Chen could barely comprehend its deeper mysteries.

"This technique… It may seem unassuming, but its applications are endless," he whispered in awe. "For those lacking skill, this garden is a death trap. But for someone like me, it is a wellspring of unimaginable fortune."

A determined smile crossed his face as he stood. Without hesitation, Xiao Chen began replicating the array. His fingers moved with practiced ease, and one by one, blades of grass materialized in his wake. These newly formed constructs posed no threat to him, their energies bound to his will.

The garden's once-daunting array was now his playground.