Inside the spatial dimension.
Within the large vat.
Xiao Fei's battered body, nurtured by countless rare treasures, reformed and reassembled.
The missing portion of his chest cavity also regrew.
Nourished and cultivated by the abundance of heavenly and earthly treasures, his current physical form was as perfect as Huang Feifei's.
It was a pity that the body was merely an empty vessel, devoid of a soul.
His soul, or rather his consciousness, remained in a deep slumber.
Fei Yu would occasionally call out, but received no response.
Seeing that Xiao Fei was slow to awaken, Fei Yu continued to nurture Xiao Fei's physical body with various rare treasures.
After all, the space was filled with spiritual herbs, all belonging to Xiao Fei, so Fei Yu used them without any heartache.
He also pilfered some spiritual herbs for himself, planning to blame Xiao Fei if questioned later.
Days turned into weeks, and Xiao Fei remained unconscious, but his physical body had been cultivated by Fei Yu to be far superior to before.
Fei Yu had also been living quite comfortably during this time.
He ate thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in the space at will, and consumed a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herb every few days.
Normally, Xiao Fei was reluctant to let him drink the ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wine, but Fei Yu downed a whole jar in one go.
So satisfying!
Xiao Fei was currently in a state of utter confusion.
Unbeknownst to himself, while he slept, his divine soul was merging with the jade disc.
Decades passed in the blink of an eye within the space.
During these decades, Fei Yu's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.
He had now reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, nearing the late stage, and it was believed he would break through to the late stage soon.
However, the thousand-year and ten-thousand-year spiritual herbs in the space had also been largely depleted by his indulgence.
One day, Fei Yu held a large jar of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wine. As he opened the seal, a rich aroma wafted out.
Fei Yu took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in enjoyment.
However, before he took his customary drink, he addressed the air.
"Master! Are you awake? Little Fish misses you so much!"
"Master!"
After a long pause, with no response, Fei Yu confidently lifted the wine jar and began to drink.
His true form was immense, and a mere jar of wine was consumed in a single gulp.
"Hoo! So refreshing!"
Fei Yu exhaled a long breath of wine vapor, savoring the lingering taste.
Just then, a hand gently patted his shoulder from behind.
Startled, Fei Yu dropped the wine jar, immediately stood up, turned around, and smiled.
"Master, you're finally awake! I've missed you so much!"
"Over the years, I've thought of you day and night, my heart filled with sorrow, which I could only drown with wine. Look, I've even lost weight!"
After Xiao Fei merged with the jade disc, he had a clear understanding of everything within the space.
The ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in the space were nearly all gone, and at least half of the thousand-year-old spiritual herbs were also gone.
Seeing Xiao Fei remain silent, Fei Yu glanced towards the spiritual herb field and quickly explained.
"Master, I haven't dared to eat a single bite of these spiritual herbs; they were all used for you.
Sense it yourself, aren't you stronger than before?"
Xiao Fei did not respond, his gaze then shifted to his reserve of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual wine, which was also half depleted.
"Don't tell me you drank all this spiritual wine."
Fei Yu's expression turned aggrieved.
"Master, I drank to drown my sorrows every day out of worry and longing for you."
In truth, Xiao Fei had no intention of blaming Fei Yu, but merely wanted to give him a gentle warning.
"I'm fine now. Go back to the lake. Don't overindulge; digest the accumulated spiritual energy within your body, and you should be able to advance another level."
After Fei Yu left, Xiao Fei tried to sense his own body within the space.
As his physical body grew stronger, without any specific cultivation, his "Wind Thunder Battle Body" technique had advanced another level, reaching the sixth stage.
The sixth stage of the "Wind Thunder Battle Body" was equivalent to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
His "Wind Thunder Battle Body" had a total of nine stages, with the seventh, eighth, and ninth stages corresponding to the Void Refinement realm.
Although his magical power cultivation was still only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his physical strength was nearing the threshold of the Void Refinement realm.
In the thousand years since he obtained the space, this was the first time his physical body had entered the interior of the space.
His feet touched the ground, and he felt the dense spiritual energy within the space.
With his current aptitude, without deliberately circulating his cultivation technique, the spiritual energy in the space would continuously flow into his body.
From now on, cultivating within the space would yield twice the results with half the effort.
Especially with the time acceleration within the space, allowing him to cultivate dozens of times faster than others, silently surpassing them.
However, cultivating his physical body within the space was a double-edged sword, with both benefits and drawbacks.
The benefits were self-evident, but the drawback was that the physical body, unlike the primordial spirit, was directly related to lifespan.
The lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator was only four to five thousand years, less than the age of a spiritual herb. If his physical body remained in the space indefinitely, he might quickly exhaust his lifespan.
Moreover, if he remained shut away in the space to cultivate, lacking corresponding trials and tribulations, he might not necessarily advance.
In fact, Xiao Fei was not entirely sure if he could still die.
He suspected that, at most, his physical body would perish, but his divine soul or consciousness might survive for a long time.
This was because upon waking from his slumber, he felt that he was no longer the same person he once was.
He had completely merged with that cracked jade disc; he was the jade disc, and the jade disc was him.
Even his physical body seemed to have less significance to him than before.
When he awoke, he had channeled his consciousness into his physical body, but he could sense that the fusion with the jade disc remained unchanged.
It was as if the jade disc was his true essence, and the physical body was merely a temporary vessel for his consciousness.
However, this was merely speculation, and he would only know by testing it.
This was not something to be tested lightly; if his guess was correct, it would be fine, but if it was wrong, he would have to die once.
Yet, this thought, once it arose, lingered in his mind, and he devised a more compromising solution.
A small portion of his consciousness detached from his physical body and entered a puppet.
The puppet stood up and walked towards him.
At this moment, he had a very strange feeling, as if he were looking in a mirror; he was the puppet, and the puppet was him.
Was this a form of clone technique?
The puppet before him possessed his consciousness, essentially serving as his clone.
Of course, due to issues with craftsmanship and materials, this puppet could only accommodate a small portion of his consciousness.
This could be improved through technology and materials, which was not a major problem.
Furthermore, he conceived of another method that might allow him to create a more perfect clone.
Without hesitation, he picked up a knife and, with a swift movement, severed his own arm.
"Crack!"
With a single stroke, he cut off an arm.
It was merely an arm, nothing significant; it would regrow after some time.
As a cultivator in the Nascent Soul realm, limbs were no different from leeks, cut and regrown.
Of course, he wasn't doing this out of boredom. Since his main body could regenerate limbs,
could the severed hand he cut off also be used to cultivate a complete body?
He felt this line of inquiry was well worth exploring.