Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

Chen Yunhao spent two whole hours meticulously searching the valley floor.

But despite his various attempts, he gained nothing.

Left with no other choice, he had to wait another night, wanting to observe the location of the space where the rosy light appeared once more.

Time flies, and night has fallen again. This time, Chen Yunhao is even closer.

When the moonlight shone down, the glow of the sunset shone again.

His divine sense followed the glowing light, quickly penetrating deep into space and scanning the area.

It was incredibly fast; if he had been even slightly slower, his consciousness might have been permanently trapped in that space.

In that one moment, he was able to get a general idea of ​​what was going on in that small space.

It was indeed a secluded little space, about several hundred miles in size, very flat, with a quiet little courtyard and a spiritual spring.

Most of the other flat land has been cultivated into spirit fields. Perhaps because it has been too long and no one has taken care of them, there are still some immortal herbs scattered on the spirit fields.

As for the glow, it was emitted by a bead suspended in the sky above the entire small space.

That single bead was as large as a millstone, like a man-made sun, providing light and heat to the entire small space.

This was the scene he saw with a sweep of his divine sense, and that was enough, so he also sensed that this small space was relatively stable.

Of course, it can't be said to be extremely sturdy, otherwise, how could the moonlight reveal its flaws?

This is clearly because too much time has passed, and the space is already showing signs of collapse.

However, based on his judgment, this small space could withstand being breached by force, even if only a small opening was created.

So he decided to take the risk, but not now; he would wait until the next time the glow of dawn appeared.

As the moonlight shifted and tilted again, the gap in the space reappeared, and the glow of dawn emerged.

At that moment, Chen Yunhao extended two fingers, using them as swords, and slashed fiercely at the source of the rosy light.

A sharp sword aura flashed by, and the spatial rift that was flashing with rosy light was like a river that had been broken open. Waves surged and rolled to both sides, directly tearing open a gap of more than half a zhang.

Chen Yunhao's figure flashed away like a ghost, disappearing into that space in the blink of an eye, and that space quickly repaired itself.

At this moment, Chen Yunhao was standing on a deserted spiritual field, with a nearly ten-thousand-year-old immortal herb not far from his feet.

This kind of magical herb can be used to refine elixirs, and it is extremely rare in the outside world.

However, Chen Yunhao was not in a hurry. Now that he was in this secluded little space, he could collect the items whenever he wanted. He had something more important to do later.

Chen Yunhao took a step, covering a hundred miles in one stride, and arrived at the elegant courtyard.

His divine sense had already scanned the area several times; there was no one else there, only silence.

He pushed open the gate to the courtyard and slowly walked in.

This small courtyard must also be a magical artifact, as it is a single, unified whole, and remains spotless to this day, with not a single weed in it.

Even the roof tiles were as clear as new, and the entire courtyard exuded a faint ethereal aura, making it clear at a glance that it was a magical artifact.

However, the immortal energy in the small space was quite rich, which meant that immortal veins were incorporated into the small space during its creation.

Although the courtyard is not large, it is decorated like a garden, complete with artificial hills and fish ponds.

It appears to be a personal space belonging to an immortal, a space for daily cultivation, rest, and living, unlike a storage space.

Just like the storage bead that Chen Yunhao recently obtained, it is simply for storage and cannot store living things, let alone immortals.

Such portable spaces are not uncommon among immortals; the one before us is a lost space.

It must be because the previous immortal has fallen, and this space has become ownerless.

As time goes by, without anyone maintaining the space, vulnerabilities will gradually appear.

For example, the shimmering glow of the sunset is like a hole in a wall, revealing the candlelight inside.

This just so happened to be a good deal for Chen Yunhao; one has to say he was incredibly lucky.

Since it was an unclaimed object, Chen Yunhao planned to integrate this small space into the Qiankun Tree space after he finished exploring it.

While upgrading the Qiankun Tree space level, it also allows him to comprehend the laws of space, achieving two goals at once.

There were only five quiet rooms in the courtyard. Chen Yunhao casually pushed open the first room on the left.

This is a storage room with several wooden shelves, some spiritual materials scattered around, and dozens of jade boxes containing elixirs.

Chen Yunhao took a closer look and found that the spiritual materials varied in quality, but they were all ordinary items, with not a single one that was truly rare.

However, Chen Yunhao was quite satisfied; any amount of unexpected wealth was acceptable.

Then he opened several more jade boxes, and the elixirs that were originally stored in the jade boxes immediately turned into a pile of grass ash.

It's been too long, at least nearly ten thousand years. Even if it were four or five thousand years, these medicinal herbs would no longer be usable.

Since most of the land in this small space has been developed into spirit fields, one can imagine that the previous owner of this space must have been an alchemist, or perhaps a spirit plant master.

Chen Yunhao then pushed open the door to another quiet room right next to it, which was a pill-refining room.

In the very center of the ground stood a pill-refining furnace, half the height of a person. Although it may have been around for ten thousand years, this pill-refining furnace still exuded an aura of immortality.

Chen Yunhao took a closer look and realized that the alchemy furnace was actually a fourth-grade immortal artifact.

Chen Yunhao only possesses one fourth-grade immortal artifact; the rest are all below the third grade.

Fourth-grade immortal artifacts are generally used by celestial immortals. Even if he were given one, he wouldn't be able to control it because his strength is insufficient.

Chen Yunhao rolled up his sleeves, put away the alchemy furnace, and walked towards another quiet room.

This is a quiet room in the middle. Pushing open the door, what comes into view is a skeleton sitting cross-legged.

Seeing this, Chen Yunhao understood. This was the owner of the space who had exhausted his lifespan or died from serious injuries.

The skeleton had its head bowed, and on each of its exposed wrists was a storage bracelet. There was also a storage bead under its clothes at its abdomen.

Chen Yunhao hesitated for a moment, but he had no qualms about making money off the dead.

Just now, a sense of crisis flashed through my mind. You must know that an immortal's six senses and divine sense are extremely sharp.

The presence of a crisis indicates danger, so he has to be careful.

He unleashed his divine sense and examined the skeleton several times, but found no danger and no remnant soul.

Chen Yunhao stood still, flicked his finger lightly, and the skeleton shattered into pieces, scattered all over the ground.

He then grabbed the two storage bracelets with both hands and put them away.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, the egg-sized storage bead fell into his hand.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!