Zhen Wei clutched his travel pack tightly as he stepped off the rickety hover-bus onto the bustling streets of New Horizon City. The spaceport loomed ahead, a towering structure of gleaming metal and pulsing energy fields that seemed to mock the run-down buildings surrounding it.

  He joined the throng of beings heading towards the port's entrance, a mix of aspiring cultivators, merchants, and the occasional higher realm being who stood out with their flowing robes and ethereal presence. Zhen Wei felt acutely aware of his worn, earth-toned clothing and the weight of the currency crystals hidden in his inner pocket – his life savings, meant for much more than just this journey.

  At the ticket counter, a bored-looking official with three eyes scanned Zhen Wei's identification talisman. "Destination?" the official droned.

  "Celestial Nexus Station," Zhen Wei replied, trying to keep the nervousness from his voice.

  The official's third eye widened slightly. "That's four realm jumps away, kid. Sure you can afford that?"

  Zhen Wei nodded, placing a carefully counted stack of crystals on the counter. Each one hurt to part with, but he'd calculated this expense years ago. The official shrugged and processed the ticket.

  The journey was a blur of sensations and alien landscapes. The interplanetary shuttle rattled and groaned as it broke atmosphere, giving Zhen Wei his first view of the starry expanse. At Celestial Nexus Station, a massive structure hanging in the void between realms, he navigated a labyrinth of corridors filled with shops selling cultivation resources he couldn't afford to even look at.

  Each teleportation jump left him dizzy and drained. The first took him to a world of floating islands and rainbow bridges. The second landed him in a bustling trade hub where the very air sparkled with spiritual energy. The third brought him to a somber realm of eternal twilight, where cultivators moved with purposeful grace.

  At each stop, Zhen Wei felt the weight of his goal pressing down on him. He overheard snippets of conversation about legendary sects and cultivation techniques that made his head spin. More than once, he second-guessed his decision, wondering if he was merely chasing a fool's dream.

  The final jump deposited him on a nondescript asteroid bazaar. Vendors hawked talismans and low-grade spirit fruits, but Zhen Wei's eyes were fixed on a shabby storefront tucked between two gaudy cultivation supply shops. A faded sign proclaimed: "Ascending Star Sect - Training Realm Opportunities."

  As he approached the door, a cultivator in resplendent red robes brushed past him, nearly knocking him over. The cultivator didn't even spare him a glance. Zhen Wei took a deep breath, straightened his travel-worn clothes, and pushed the door open.

  The interior was dimly lit and smelled of incense and old parchment. Behind a worn desk sat Elder Liu Qing, his carefully cultivated smile not quite reaching his eyes as he assessed Zhen Wei.

  "Welcome, young aspirant," Liu Qing's voice was smooth as silk. "How may the Ascending Star Sect assist you on your path to immortality today?"

  Zhen Wei swallowed hard, years of preparation culminating in this moment. "I'm here to purchase access to a training realm," he said, his voice steadier than he felt.

  Liu Qing's eyebrow arched ever so slightly. "Indeed? Well, let us discuss the packages available to... one such as yourself."

  As Liu Qing began his sales pitch, Zhen Wei felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. His journey here had been long and difficult, but he knew it was only the beginning.

  ...

  A blinding flash of light engulfed Zhen Wei as the sect's transportation array activated. When his vision cleared, he found himself standing on a busy street corner, the unfamiliar sights and sounds of the training world assaulting his senses.

  Towering structures of glass and steel stretched towards the sky, their surfaces reflecting the golden sunlight. Strange, boxy vehicles whizzed by on the roads, emitting puffs of dark smoke. People hurried past, dressed in odd, restrictive clothing that seemed impractical for cultivation.

  Zhen Wei took a deep breath, trying to center himself and sense the spiritual energy of this new realm. To his surprise, it felt thin and elusive, nothing like the rich qi he had expected in a cultivation world.

  As days passed, he began noticing subtle patterns in advertisements, graffiti, and even in the static of late-night television broadcasts. These weren't random; they were messages, carefully embedded instructions meant for cultivators like him who had found themselves in this abandoned world.

  Following these hidden directives, Zhen Wei found himself ordering an odd assortment of electronic components from various online retailers. Each purchase felt surreal – using this world's primitive technology to build something capable of activating a quantum bridge.

  As he assembled the device in his living room, a growing sense of unease settled in his stomach. This world, with its oblivious inhabitants going about their daily lives, was designed to self-destruct. The realization hit him like a physical blow.

  "How many cycles has this world gone through?" he murmured, soldering a final connection. "How many times have these people lived and died, unaware of their role in some cosmic cultivation game?"

  The horror of it all threatened to overwhelm him. Billions of lives, created and snuffed out repeatedly, all for the sake of training cultivators. He thought of the people he'd interacted with – the kind barista, the helpful librarian, the enthusiastic tech store clerk – all of them unknowing participants in a grand, cruel experiment.

  With trembling hands, Zhen Wei activated the makeshift device. A soft hum filled the room as a shimmering portal began to form. He took one last look around the apartment, at the world he was leaving behind.

  "I'm sorry," he whispered to no one in particular. Then, gathering his courage, Zhen Wei stepped through the portal, leaving behind a world teetering on the brink of an destruction it would never see coming.

  As the quantum bridge enveloped him, Zhen Wei made a silent vow. He would find a way to change this system, to challenge the callous design of these training worlds. But first, he had to confront those responsible for this particular failure – the sect that had sent him here.

  The portal closed behind him, leaving no trace of his presence in a world that would soon reset, ready for its next unsuspecting inhabitant.

  Zhen Wei materialized in the shabby reception area of the Ascending Star Sect, his jaw clenched with barely contained frustration. The same faded posters advertising "Unlimited Cultivation Potential!" seemed to mock him now.

  Elder Liu Qing looked up from his desk, his salesman's smile faltering at the sight of Zhen Wei's stormy expression. "Ah, young cultivator! How was your enlightening journey in our premium training world?"

  "Premium?" Zhen Wei scoffed, slamming his palms on the desk. "I was sent to a primitive realm on the brink of collapse. The year was 2001 in their calendar. There was barely any spiritual energy to speak of!"

  Liu Qing's facade cracked for a moment, genuine surprise flashing across his features before he composed himself. "I... see. Most unfortunate. Perhaps there was a slight calibration error in the realm selection process."

  "Slight?" Zhen Wei's voice rose. "I paid my life savings for this opportunity. I demand a refund and an explanation!"

  The elder sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly. "I'm afraid refunds are against sect policy, young cultivator. However," he raised a hand as Zhen Wei opened his mouth to protest further, "given the... unusual nature of your experience, I believe we can offer you an alternative."

  Zhen Wei narrowed his eyes, suspicious but intrigued. "What kind of alternative?"

  Liu Qing leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "How would you like to witness something few cultivators ever see? The very birth of a new universe, one primed for cultivation?"

  "What are you talking about?" Zhen Wei asked, his anger momentarily forgotten.

  "Our sect is preparing to seed a new training realm," Liu Qing explained, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Not just any realm, but a fresh universe, untouched and brimming with potential. We're offering you a chance to observe this process and potentially... secure a spot in this new world."

  Zhen Wei's mind raced. The offer was tempting, far beyond what he had originally paid for. But suspicion lingered. "Why would you offer me this? What's the catch?"

  Liu Qing spread his hands in a gesture of openness. "Consider it our way of making amends for your... suboptimal experience. Of course, this opportunity comes with certain risks, but the potential rewards..." He left the sentence hanging, a glint in his eye.

  Zhen Wei stood silent for a moment, weighing his options. The rational part of him screamed to demand his money back and leave. But the cultivator in him, the part that had driven him to sacrifice everything for this chance, longed for the opportunity Liu Qing was dangling before him.

  Finally, he met the elder's gaze. "Show me," he said firmly.

  A satisfied smile spread across Liu Qing's face. "Excellent choice, young cultivator. Follow me, and prepare yourself for a glimpse into the very foundations of reality itself."

  As Zhen Wei followed the elder deeper into the sect's headquarters, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was stepping into something far bigger and more dangerous than he had ever imagined. But there was no turning back now. His path to immortality lay ahead, no matter the risks.

  A Master Gao Feng led Zhen Wei into a dimly lit chamber dominated by a massive holographic display. The stern-faced cultivator gestured, and the room came alive with a dazzling representation of cosmic bodies.

  "Behold, the birth of a new cultivation realm," Gao Feng intoned, his voice carrying a hint of reverence.

  The display zoomed in on a colossal black hole, its event horizon a shimmering boundary between known physics and the unknowable. Surrounding it were 100 neutron stars, each no larger than a small city yet containing unimaginable mass.

  "We've quantum-entangled a minuscule portion of each neutron star," Gao Feng explained. "These dense remnants offer the best chance for the entangled matter to survive the journey through the black hole and seed our new realm."

  Zhen Wei watched, mesmerized, as the simulation began. The neutron stars, pulled by the black hole's immense gravity, began their slow dance towards oblivion.

  "How long will this take?" Zhen Wei asked, his eyes fixed on the cosmic ballet before him.

  Gao Feng manipulated the display, bringing up a timeline. "The stars will take approximately 237 years to cross the event horizon," he said matter-of-factly. "After that, our sect immortal will enter the nascent realm to stabilize and prepare it. The entire process is estimated to take just over three centuries."

  Zhen Wei's eyes widened. "Three centuries? But how—"

  "Cryostasis," Gao Feng cut in. "It's the only way for you to witness the fruition of this process. Your natural lifespan, even with your current augmentations, would fall short."

  "But why offer this to me?" Zhen Wei asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

  Gao Feng's expression remained impassive. "This isn't just any training realm. It's to be a stronghold, a strategic resource base for our sect. We're offering you a chance to be part of its founding generation."

  "And the risks?" Zhen Wei pressed.

  "Cryostasis has its dangers," Gao Feng admitted. "But you'll be safe. We're only extending this offer to a handful of disciples and... special cases like yourself."

  Zhen Wei caught the slight hesitation but chose not to comment on it. "What about when the realm is ready? Won't you choose cultivators from your current generation?"

  "Primarily, yes," Gao Feng nodded. "But having a few from... diverse backgrounds could prove advantageous. Variety in perspective can be valuable in a new realm."

  As Zhen Wei pondered this, the simulation continued its cosmic dance. The promise of being part of something so monumental warred with the nagging suspicion in his gut.

  "The choice is yours," Gao Feng said, his tone neutral. "But know this – opportunities like this are rarer than you can imagine."

  Zhen Wei took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the simulated stars inching towards their destiny. Three centuries of waiting, all for a chance at true cultivation. The risks were high, but so were the potential rewards.

  "I'll do it," he said finally, his voice firm despite the uncertainty churning in his stomach.

  Gao Feng nodded, a faint smile ghosting across his lips. "Wise choice. We'll begin preparations for your cryostasis immediately."

  As they left the chamber, the simulated cosmos continued its slow, inexorable progression behind them. Zhen Wei couldn't shake the feeling that he was stepping into a game far more complex and dangerous than he had ever imagined. But there was no turning back now. His path to immortality lay ahead, frozen in time, waiting to awaken in a new universe.

  …

  A hiss of escaping gases filled the air as Zhen Wei's cryostasis pod slowly opened. His eyes fluttered open, consciousness returning in a haze of disorientation. The first sensation he registered was a sharp, biting pain in his toes. Frostbite, he realized dimly.

  As his vision cleared, the scene before him came into focus – and with it, a dawning horror.

  The vast chamber was filled with hundreds of cryostasis pods, but the orderly rows were now a scene of chaos and tragedy. Medical cultivators rushed from pod to pod, their faces grim as they assessed the awakening occupants.

  Zhen Wei struggled to sit up, his body protesting after centuries of inactivity. To his left, a pod opened to reveal a cultivator whose entire lower body seemed to have been ravaged by the cold, flesh blackened and withered. The cultivator's agonized scream pierced the air.

  To his right, a pod remained ominously silent, its occupant still and lifeless.

  "Easy there," a voice said. Zhen Wei turned to see a medical cultivator approaching, her expression a forced calm. "You're one of the lucky ones. Just some minor frostbite on the extremities."

  "Lucky?" Zhen Wei croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse. "What... what happened?"

  The medical cultivator's eyes darted around the room. "Cryostasis is never without risks," she said quietly. "But this... this is unprecedented. Nearly half the pods experienced critical failures."

  As Zhen Wei's senses sharpened, he began to grasp the full scale of the disaster. For every cultivator who emerged relatively unscathed like himself, there was another crippled or dead. The air was filled with a cacophony of pained moans, frantic orders, and the occasional wail of despair.

  As Zhen Wei shakily got to his feet, supported by the medical cultivator, a cold realization settled in his gut. This wasn't just a tragic accident. The scale of the failures, the seemingly random distribution of who survived intact and who didn't – it reeked of intentional sabotage.

  His eyes scanned the room, noting the reactions of the sect members who were overseeing the awakening process. Some seemed genuinely distraught, while others wore expressions that were a little too calm, a little too unsurprised.

  "The new realm," Zhen Wei managed to ask, "did it... is it ready?"

  The medical cultivator nodded. "Yes, the seeding was successful. But right now, we need to focus on stabilizing the survivors. There will be time for explanations later."

  Following the flow of survivors, Zhen Wei found himself in a large courtyard. Several sect elders stood there, surrounded by a group of young, eager-looking cultivators - clearly members of the current generation being prepared for entry into the new realm.

  Zhen Wei's attention was drawn to a commotion near one of the exits. A gurney was being wheeled past, carrying a cultivator whose body was terribly mangled by the cryostasis failure. Despite his injuries, the man's eyes were alert, darting around in panic.

  As the gurney approached the group of elders, the injured cultivator's eyes widened in horrified realization. "No," he croaked, his voice barely audible. Then, with surprising strength, he shouted, "You can't send me down there! Not like this! I won't survive!"

  One of the elders, a stern-faced woman with streaks of silver in her hair, stepped forward. Her eyes were cold as she regarded the panicking cultivator. Without a word, she raised her hand, a gleaming talisman between her fingers.

  "Please, I beg you—" the cultivator's plea was cut short as a beam of energy shot from the elder's talisman, striking him in the chest. His body went rigid, then limp. The courtyard fell silent, save for the faint sizzle of energy dissipating.

  "Weakness has no place in our new realm," the elder announced, her voice carrying across the stunned courtyard. Her gaze swept over the survivors, lingering for a moment on Zhen Wei. "Let this be a reminder of the opportunity you've been given, and the strength required to seize it."

  Zhen Wei felt a chill run down his spine, not from the lingering effects of cryostasis, but from the cold reality of the world he had entered. As the elder turned back to the group of young cultivators, continuing their preparation as if nothing had happened, Zhen Wei understood with crystal clarity: in this pursuit of immortality, death was not the worst fate one could face.

  The new realm awaited, promising power and cultivation beyond his wildest dreams. But the price of failure, Zhen Wei now realized, was higher than he could have ever imagined.

  After the grim display of ruthlessness, one of the elders - a tall, austere man with piercing eyes - stepped forward to address the assembled cultivators.

  "Listen carefully," he began, his voice carrying an air of authority that silenced even the faintest whispers. "Our sect immortal has successfully established the new realm according to our core cultivation method. It now stands ready for our guidance and influence."

  He paused, letting his gaze sweep over the mix of cryostasis survivors and the younger generation. "Your mission is clear: you will enter this realm and shape it into a bastion of power for our Ascending Star Sect. This is not a mere training exercise - this is the forging of our sect's future stronghold."

  Another elder, a woman with intricate golden patterns on her robes, continued the explanation. "We have a unique advantage. The quantum bridge we've created allows us exclusive access to this realm for a limited time - a handful of generations by our reckoning."

  She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "This exclusivity is our window of opportunity. We must establish our dominance swiftly and irrevocably before we are compelled by the laws of the heavens to offer limited access to other sects."

  Murmurs rippled through the crowd at this revelation. Zhen Wei felt a mix of awe and trepidation. The scale of this operation was far beyond what he had initially imagined.

  The first elder raised his hand for silence. "Make no mistake, this is both an immense opportunity and a grave responsibility. Those who succeed will be rewarded beyond measure. Those who fail..." His eyes flickered to the spot where the crippled cultivator had been executed moments before.

  "You have been chosen because we believe you have the potential to thrive in this challenge," the female elder added. "Some of you are from our current generation, groomed for this very purpose. Others," her gaze lingered on Zhen Wei and the other cryostasis survivors, "offer unique perspectives that may prove valuable in unexpected ways."

  "Remember," the male elder concluded, his tone grave, "every action you take, every decision you make, will shape not just your own cultivation path, but the very foundation of our sect's future. We expect nothing less than total dedication to this cause."

  As the elders finished their explanation, Zhen Wei's mind reeled with the implications. This wasn't just about individual cultivation anymore. They were being sent to colonize and dominate an entire realm, to shape it in the image of their sect before others could interfere.

  The stakes were higher than he had ever imagined, the potential rewards greater, and the dangers more profound. As preparations continued around him, Zhen Wei steeled himself for the challenge ahead. He had come too far, sacrificed too much, to falter now. Whatever this new realm held, he was determined to not just survive, but to thrive.

  The austere elder continued, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "Our sect immortal has prepared a ripe world for us. Your task is to conquer it in the name of the Ascending Star Sect."

  …

  A few centuries later…

  Zhen Wei stepped off the bustling spaceport shuttle, his senses immediately assaulted by the cacophony of sounds, smells, and sights of the trade world's grand bazaar. The credits he'd earned over his centuries-long cultivation weighed heavily in his pocket, a reminder of the crucial decisions he faced.

  Alien species mingled with humanoids of every description, haggling over wares from a thousand worlds. Zhen Wei's eyes darted from stall to stall, cataloging potential resources for his next cultivation attempt.

  A vendor waved crystalline vials of shimmering liquid. "Qi condensers!" they called. "Triple your cultivation speed!"

  Nearby, a gruff-looking merchant displayed an array of data crystals. "Star maps and resource surveys! Know your destination before you arrive!"

  Zhen Wei paused at a stall selling compact, high-yield crop seeds, considering their potential for establishing a quick economic base on a new world. But he moved on, knowing he needed something more immediately impactful.

  As he turned a corner, a flash of light caught his eye. A slender alien with iridescent skin was demonstrating a small device to an awestruck crowd. As Zhen Wei watched, the alien activated the device, and its entire appearance shimmered and changed. Where once stood a willowy, luminescent being, now a burly, fur-covered creature looked back at the crowd.

  "Holographic disguise tech!" the alien announced, its voice incongruously melodic coming from the brutish form. "Perfect for undercover work, espionage, or just a fun night out! Fully customizable, undetectable by standard scanners!"

  Zhen Wei's breath caught. The possibilities raced through his mind - infiltrating power structures, avoiding detection, adapting to any environment. This could be the edge he needed.

  He approached the stall, careful to mask his excitement. "How much?" he asked, gesturing to the device.

  The alien's eyes gleamed, sensing a serious customer. "For you, friend? Let's discuss specs first. How many forms do you need? Duration? Power consumption?"

  As Zhen Wei engaged in negotiations, his mind was already racing ahead. With this technology, combined with his cultivator abilities and the knowledge from the stolen manual, he could navigate his next world with unprecedented freedom and power.

  The bazaar continued to buzz around him, filled with wonders and dangers. But Zhen Wei had found his first key purchase. The path ahead was uncertain, but with each careful acquisition, he was equipping himself for the challenges to come.

  Zhen Wei paused at a stall with crystalline vials of shimmering liquid. The vendor, a being with multiple eyes and shimmering scales, noticed his interest.

  "Qi condensers!" the vendor announced proudly. "Essential for any serious cultivator!"

  Zhen Wei, intrigued but cautious, asked, "How exactly does a qi condenser work? I'm... new to this particular method."

  The vendor's eyes blinked in sequence, seemingly pleased by the question. "Ah, a newcomer to our ways! Well, you see, these condensers are crucial for implementing the techniques in standard cultivation manuals."

  "So they're tied to specific manuals?" Zhen Wei probed.

  "Precisely!" the vendor nodded. "When you follow the manual's instructions, the condenser creates a point of adjacency with a collection of dimensions beyond our own. It mobilizes a swarm of infinitesimal machines in these adjacent dimensions, manifesting the effects described in the manual."

  Zhen Wei's brow furrowed. "And this produces... qi?"

  "In a manner of speaking," the vendor explained. "The machines create effects that the inhabitants of a realm would perceive as 'qi'. It's a way of introducing and controlling cultivation systems in developing worlds."

  "Interesting," Zhen Wei mused. "So the cultivator themselves doesn't necessarily use qi?"

  The vendor leaned in conspiratorially. "Well, here's the fascinating part. As a side effect of frequent use, cultivators often end up developing the ability to manipulate this 'qi' themselves. Though," he added with a wink, "some clever ones find ways to cheat the system."

  Zhen Wei considered this, realizing the implications for world management and personal power. "Are there risks involved?"

  "Minimal," the vendor assured him. "The system is designed to be stable. But remember, the real power lies in understanding how it all works."

  As Zhen Wei contemplated the vial, he realized how much he still had to learn about the intricacies of cultivation across the universe. This technology represented a level of world manipulation he hadn't previously considered.

  "I'll need to think about this," he said finally. The vendor nodded understandingly.

  Zhen Wei continued to examine the array of crystalline vials, each shimmering with a slightly different hue. The vendor, noticing his scrutiny, stepped closer.

  "Ah, examining our qi condenser selection, are we? A wise choice for any cultivator," the vendor said.

  Zhen Wei nodded, "I'm curious about the different... colors. What do they represent?"

  The vendor's multiple eyes gleamed with enthusiasm. "Excellent question! These represent different 'flavors' of qi. Most cultivators purchase one specific flavor that aligns with their preferred cultivation method, plus a 'neutral' or unaspected qi condenser for versatility."

  "Flavors?" Zhen Wei probed, intrigued.

  "Indeed. We have fire, water, wood, metal, earth... each attuned to different cultivation techniques and abilities. The neutral qi is a baseline, useful for general energy manipulation."

  Zhen Wei considered this. "And these condensers... they affect the world they're used in?"

  The vendor nodded vigorously. "Perceptive of you! Yes, the more cultivators who bring these condensers to a world, the stronger that realm's overall qi or 'spiritual energy' becomes. It's a cumulative effect."

  "So, theoretically, one could influence a realm's energy by introducing specific flavors of qi?" Zhen Wei asked, his mind racing with possibilities.

  "Precisely!" the vendor exclaimed. "It's a delicate balance. Too much of one flavor can skew a realm's development. That's why many opt for a combination."

  Zhen Wei nodded thoughtfully. "I see. And for a beginner, what would you recommend?"

  "For a newcomer, I'd suggest a neutral qi condenser to start, plus perhaps a flavor that appeals to you. Metal, perhaps?" the vendor suggested, eyeing Zhen Wei's physique.

  As Zhen Wei contemplated the vials, he realized the profound implications of this system. Not only could he enhance his own cultivation, but he could potentially influence the very nature of the realm he'd enter.

  "I'll need some time to consider my options," Zhen Wei said finally.

  The vendor nodded understandingly. "Of course. Choose wisely – your selection could shape not just your path, but the world around you."

  Walking away from the stall, Zhen Wei's mind buzzed with new possibilities. The ability to influence a realm's spiritual energy opened up strategies he hadn't previously considered. It was clear that mastering this system of qi condensers could be key to his future success – and possibly to reshaping entire worlds.

  As Zhen Wei moved through the bazaar, still pondering the implications of qi condensers, a peculiar stall caught his eye. Unlike the sleek, crystalline vials of the qi condensers, this booth displayed an array of ornate, organic-looking containers. Each seemed to pulse with an inner life.

  The vendor, a wizened figure with skin like bark and eyes that glowed with an inner fire, noticed Zhen Wei's interest. "Ah, cultivator," the being croaked, "you have a discerning eye. Come, examine my wares."

  Zhen Wei approached cautiously. "What are these?" he asked, gesturing to the pulsating containers.

  The vendor's mouth split into a grin, revealing teeth like polished stones. "These, my friend, are Gu. The biological equivalent of those mechanical qi condensers you've no doubt seen."

  Intrigued, Zhen Wei leaned in for a closer look. Inside each container, he could make out writhing, ethereal forms. "They're... alive?"

  "Indeed," the vendor nodded. "Unlike qi condensers, Gu have physical bodies in neighboring dimensions. They're cultivated beings themselves, symbiotic with their users."

  "How do they work?" Zhen Wei asked, fascinated by this organic alternative.

  The vendor picked up one of the containers, holding it reverently. "Like qi condensers, Gu help manifest 'qi' in developing worlds. But they're more... adaptive. They evolve with their user, growing in power and complexity over time."

  Zhen Wei's eyes widened. "They evolve? That sounds potentially dangerous."

  "Ah, therein lies their power," the vendor said with a sly smile. "And their risk. Gu require a strong will to control. They can grant immense power, but they can also overtake a weak-minded cultivator."

  "And their effect on realms?" Zhen Wei probed, recalling the cumulative impact of qi condensers.

  "Similar, yet distinct," the vendor explained. "Gu influence a realm's spiritual energy, but in a more... organic way. They can create unique, sometimes unpredictable energy patterns in a world."

  Zhen Wei nodded thoughtfully. The potential of these Gu was clear, as were their risks. They offered a different path, one that might be harder to control but potentially more rewarding.

  "I assume these also come in different... flavors?" Zhen Wei asked.

  The vendor's eyes gleamed. "Perceptive! Yes, we have Gu attuned to various energies. Some cultivators even combine multiple Gu for more complex effects."

  As Zhen Wei contemplated these living cultivation tools, he realized the choice between qi condensers and Gu represented more than just a technical decision. It was a choice of cultivation philosophy - mechanical precision versus organic adaptability.

  The vendor, noting Zhen Wei's genuine interest, brought out three containers. The largest teemed with thousands of tiny, iridescent insects. The second held just two beetle-like creatures with shimmering shells. The third, barely larger than a thimble, contained a single, radiant butterfly-like being.

  "Let me explain our Gu varieties," the vendor began. "This large container holds 'Whisper Wind Gu,' one of our more common types. We sell these in lots of 1000 breeding pairs."

  "What's the significance of the breeding pairs?" Zhen Wei asked.

  The vendor smiled. "Ah, that's the beauty of Gu. Not only do cultivators use them, but the inhabitants of the planet can breed and use them too. It's how the spiritual energy spreads naturally through a realm."

  Zhen Wei's eyes widened with understanding. "So the number and breeding rate are crucial?"

  "Precisely," the vendor nodded. "Whisper Wind Gu breed quickly, about once a month. They specialize in information gathering and subtle communication. Popular for realms where you want to encourage diplomacy and information exchange."

  The vendor then indicated the second container. "These are 'Celestial Thunder Gu.' Much rarer, sold only in single breeding pairs. They breed once a year and grant power over cosmic energies. Their slow breeding rate means power accumulates gradually in a realm, perfect for long-term cultivation projects."

  Finally, the vendor carefully lifted the tiny third container. "Now this... this is truly special. A single 'World Tree Gu.' Not just rare, but unique. There can only ever be one in existence at a time."

  Zhen Wei leaned in, captivated by the solitary, glowing creature. "Only one? How does that work with realm cultivation?"

  "The World Tree Gu doesn't breed," the vendor explained reverently. "Instead, it bonds with a realm's core, slowly transforming the entire world over millennia. It's the ultimate long-game in cultivation."

  Zhen Wei nodded, processing this information. "So with common Gu, you're cultivating a population. With rare pairs, you're cultivating select bloodlines. And with uniques..."

  "You're cultivating the very essence of a world itself," the vendor finished. "Each approach has its merits and challenges. The key is matching the Gu to your cultivation goals and timeline."

  As Zhen Wei contemplated the three containers, he realized the profound implications of each choice. The common Gu offered rapid spread of power but less control. The rare pair promised concentrated power but slower growth. And the unique Gu... that was a commitment to reshaping a world at its very foundations.

  "Thank you for this insight," Zhen Wei said, his mind racing with possibilities. "This is indeed a weighty decision."

  The vendor nodded sagely. "Take your time, cultivator. Choosing your Gu is choosing the fate of entire worlds."

  As Zhen Wei moved away, he felt the enormity of the choices before him. Each type of Gu represented not just a personal path to power, but a method of shaping the very destiny of realms. The decision he would make here would echo across dimensions for ages to come.

  As Zhen Wei moved through the bazaar, a sleek, almost clinical-looking booth caught his eye. Unlike the organic Gu or the mystical qi condensers, this stall was filled with high-tech equipment. At its center sat a device that looked like a cross between a microscope and a computer.

  The vendor, a being with an oversized cranium and six spindly arms, noticed Zhen Wei's interest. "Ah, cultivator, you have an eye for the cutting edge. Come, let me show you the gene resequencer."

  Zhen Wei approached cautiously. "Gene resequencer? What does it do exactly?"

  The vendor's eyes gleamed with an unsettling intelligence. "Simply put, it allows you to reprogram mortal behaviors at a genetic level. The possibilities are, shall we say, limitless."

  "Reprogram behaviors?" Zhen Wei asked, both intrigued and wary.

  "Indeed," the vendor nodded, activating a holographic display. "The classic approach is to create biological safeguards against certain thoughts being externalized. For instance, you could make it so people immediately forget specific ideas unless they're in a particular environment."

  Zhen Wei watched as the display showed simplified models of neural pathways being altered. "That seems... invasive."

  "Oh, it's merely the beginning," the vendor continued, excitement clear in their voice. "You could instill loyalty to certain symbols or figures, enhance or suppress aggression, even alter how people perceive reality itself. The more complex the desired result, the more challenging the programming, of course."

  "And the risks?" Zhen Wei probed, sensing the dangerous potential of such a tool.

  The vendor's expression turned grave. "Failure can be... devastating. Poorly implemented changes could lead to mass psychosis, societal collapse, or worse. It's not a tool for the unskilled or faint of heart."

  Zhen Wei nodded slowly, the weight of such power settling on him. "How is this typically used in cultivation?"

  "Ah, now we get to the heart of it," the vendor leaned in conspiratorially. "Many cultivators use it to shape realms to their liking. Want a world of unwavering loyalty? Done. Need a population more inclined towards certain types of qi manipulation? Easily arranged. Some even use it to create entire civilizations predisposed to specific cultivation paths."

  As Zhen Wei contemplated the gene resequencer, he realized the profound ethical implications. This wasn't just about personal power; it was about fundamentally altering the course of entire civilizations.

  "This requires careful consideration," Zhen Wei said finally, his mind racing with possibilities and potential consequences.

  The vendor nodded sagely. "As it should. Remember, cultivator, with great power comes great responsibility... and great risk. Choose your modifications wisely, for they will echo through generations."

  As Zhen Wei moved away from the stall, he felt the weight of knowledge pressing down on him. The gene resequencer represented a level of control he hadn't previously considered. It was a tool that could shape not just the physical aspects of a world, but the very thoughts and behaviors of its inhabitants.

  The possibilities were indeed endless, but so too were the ethical quandaries and potential for catastrophic failure. Zhen Wei realized that mastering such a tool would require not just technical skill, but a profound understanding of the delicate balance of civilizations and the consequences of playing god.

  As Zhen Wei turned to leave, the vendor's voice dropped to a whisper. "Before you go, cultivator, a word of advice. There's word of a... situation unfolding. A realm where gene resequencing has gone awry."

  Zhen Wei's interest piqued. "Oh?"

  The vendor nodded gravely. "It might be enlightening to compare it with a success story. I'd suggest visiting Broker Xylos. They have information on both a world where resequencing is causing chaos and another where it's been used most effectively. Such knowledge could be... invaluable."

  Intrigued by the prospect, Zhen Wei thanked the vendor and made his way through the bustling bazaar. After a series of inquiries, he found himself before a nondescript door tucked away in a quiet corner. A simple plaque read: "Xylos - Information Services."

  Zhen Wei took a moment to compose himself. Information brokers were known for their steep prices and even steeper consequences for those who crossed them. He knocked firmly.

  The door swung open silently, revealing a dimly lit interior. As Zhen Wei stepped inside, he felt a subtle shift in the air, as if he'd crossed some unseen threshold. The door closed behind him with a soft click.

  The office was a curious blend of cutting-edge technology and ancient artifacts. Holographic displays flickered alongside shelves lined with dusty tomes. In the center, behind a desk that seemed to be made of living wood, sat a being that defied easy description. Xylos, Zhen Wei presumed.

  "Welcome, cultivator," Xylos spoke, their voice a melodious hum that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "I've been expecting you. You seek information on worlds shaped by gene resequencing, do you not?"

  Zhen Wei blinked, momentarily taken aback. He hadn't told anyone of his specific interest. "Yes," he replied cautiously. "I'm interested in comparing a case of failure and success."

  Xylos's form shimmered, coalescing into something vaguely humanoid. "Ah, a tale of two worlds. Fascinating choices. Let's start with the price, shall we? Information of this caliber... shall we say, 50,000 credits? Or perhaps you have something more interesting to trade?"

  Zhen Wei's eyes widened slightly at the figure, but he kept his composure. "That's steep. What exactly am I getting for that price?"

  "Full dossiers on both worlds," Xylos hummed. "Historical context, detailed analysis of the gene modifications attempted, resulting societal changes, and current status. Plus, a bonus - my personal insights on why one failed and the other succeeded."

  Zhen Wei considered for a moment. It was a significant investment, but the knowledge could be invaluable. "I can pay. But I want to know the worlds are worth the price. Give me a taste."

  Xylos's form rippled with what might have been amusement. "Very well. The failure case: World designate KX-291. Attempt to enhance cognitive abilities backfired, resulting in a population plagued by crippling existential dread. Society teeters on the brink of collapse."

  Zhen Wei leaned forward, intrigued despite himself.

  "The success: World designate LZ-774. Subtle alterations to empathy and cooperation genes. Result? A harmonious society that achieved spaceflight centuries ahead of projections."

  "Interesting," Zhen Wei murmured. "And current status of both?"

  Xylos's form condensed, eyes gleaming. "That, my curious cultivator, is part of the full package. So, do we have a deal?"

  Zhen Wei took a deep breath. The information could be crucial for his future endeavors. "We do. 50,000 credits."

  "Excellent," Xylos purred. A contract materialized on the desk. "Sign here, please. Blood ink, if you don't mind. A formality, you understand."

  With a slight prick of his finger, Zhen Wei signed. The contract glowed briefly before disappearing.

  "Now then," Xylos said, spreading their arms wide, "let me tell you a tale of two worlds, of ambition, folly, and the delicate art of reshaping reality itself..."

  As Zhen Wei's blood signature faded into the contract, Xylos's form seemed to pause, shimmering with an almost imperceptible hesitation.

  "Before we delve into the tales of these worlds," Xylos said, their voice taking on a more serious tone, "allow me to offer a piece of advice. Consider this... a professional courtesy."

  Zhen Wei leaned forward, intrigued by the sudden shift in Xylos's demeanor.

  "The gene resequencer," Xylos continued, "is a tool that plays with the work of immortals. What takes them thousands of years to cultivate in mortals, this device can alter in mere decades."

  Xylos's form coalesced into a more solid shape, eyes fixed intently on Zhen Wei. "Some immortals... they can take offense when cultivators meddle with mortals they've been nurturing. Even if the progenitor of a world's mortals doesn't personally care, it raises questions."

  "Questions?" Zhen Wei prompted, sensing the weight behind Xylos's words.

  "Indeed. If this technique was so great, so revolutionary, why wouldn't the immortals themselves use it? Why spend thousands of years shaping a world when they could do it in a fraction of the time?"

  Zhen Wei sat back, the implications sinking in. "You're suggesting there might be unforeseen consequences to using the resequencer?"

  Xylos's form rippled in what might have been a shrug. "I'm merely pointing out that in the grand game of cultivation and world-shaping, there are players whose motivations and methods span millennia. Tread carefully when you seek to rewrite the rules they've spent eons crafting."

  Zhen Wei nodded slowly, a new perspective forming in his mind. "Thank you for this... insight. It's certainly food for thought."

  "Consider it a bonus to our transaction," Xylos said, their form relaxing back into its more fluid state. "Now then, shall we turn our attention to the tales of KX-291 and LZ-774? I believe you'll find them most illuminating in light of what we've just discussed..."

  Xylos's form settled into a storyteller's pose, their voice taking on a rich, narrative quality. "I believe it's best to end our session on a more positive note, so we'll start with the cautionary tale. KX-291, the world where ambition outpaced wisdom."

  Zhen Wei nodded, leaning in to listen intently.

  "KX-291 was once a promising young realm," Xylos began. "Discovered by the cultivator Ao Xin some 500 years ago, it was a world of lush forests and vast oceans, inhabited by a species reminiscent of early humans. Ao Xin saw potential in their capacity for abstract thought and tool use."

  Holographic images flickered to life around them, showing scenes of a pristine world and its primitive inhabitants.

  "For the first century, Ao Xin followed traditional cultivation methods, subtly guiding the species towards civilization. Progress was steady, if unremarkable. But Ao Xin was impatient, ambitious. When he learned of the gene resequencer, he saw an opportunity to accelerate his plans dramatically."

  The images shifted, showing the arrival of advanced technology to the primitive world.

  "Ao Xin's goal was simple yet profound: to enhance the cognitive abilities of KX-291's inhabitants. He envisioned a world of philosophers and scientists, believing that intellectual prowess would lead to rapid advancement and a rich cultivation environment."

  Xylos paused, their form shimmering with what might have been a sigh. "The initial results were promising. Within a single generation, the inhabitants showed remarkable leaps in problem-solving and abstract thinking. Cities rose, technologies blossomed. Ao Xin was elated."

  The holograms now displayed a world transforming at an incredible pace, cities sprouting like mushrooms after rain.

  "But as the decades passed, unforeseen consequences emerged. The enhanced cognitive abilities came with a price: an overwhelming awareness of existence itself. The inhabitants of KX-291 began to grapple with deep existential questions on a societal scale. Why are we here? What's the purpose of it all? The weight of these thoughts became crushing."

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  The images turned darker, showing scenes of societal unrest and abandoned innovations.

  "Progress stagnated as the population became increasingly paralyzed by existential dread. Productivity plummeted. Social structures began to crumble. Even basic survival became a challenge as more and more individuals retreated into philosophical despair."

  Zhen Wei watched, fascinated and horrified, as the holographic civilization collapsed before his eyes.

  "Today, KX-291 teeters on the brink of total societal collapse. Ao Xin's dream of a world of enlightened beings has instead produced a realm crippled by the very gift he sought to bestow. The few functional communities that remain have reverted to a primitive state, deliberately avoiding complex thought as a survival mechanism."

  Xylos's form solidified, fixing Zhen Wei with a piercing gaze. "The lesson here, young cultivator, is clear. The mind is a delicate instrument. Enhancing one aspect without considering the whole can lead to catastrophic imbalance."

  Zhen Wei nodded slowly, absorbing the gravity of the tale. "And Ao Xin? What became of him?"

  Xylos's form rippled in what might have been a grim smile. "Ah, that's a tale for another time, perhaps. Now, shall we turn to happier results? The success story of LZ-774 awaits, and I believe you'll find it most illuminating in contrast."

  As Xylos concluded the tale of KX-291, they reached into the folds of their shimmering form and produced a small, glowing jade disc.

  "Here," Xylos said, sliding the jade across the living wood desk to Zhen Wei. "This information jade contains more detailed records of KX-291's history, including specifics of the gene modifications, societal structures, and the progression of their collapse. You'll find it... illuminating."

  Zhen Wei picked up the jade, feeling a slight tingle as it interfaced with his cultivator's senses. He nodded in appreciation, tucking the jade away securely.

  "Now," Xylos continued, their form shifting to a more upright posture, "let us turn our attention to a more positive application of gene resequencing. The tale of LZ-774 offers a stark contrast to the tragedy of KX-291."

  The holographic display around them shimmered, transforming to show a new world - one that seemed to pulse with vibrant energy and harmony.

  "LZ-774 was discovered by the cultivator pair Lin Mei and Zhu Rong approximately 700 years ago," Xylos began, their voice taking on a more optimistic tone. "It was a world of moderate resources, inhabited by a species that showed promise but was plagued by constant conflict and mistrust."

  Zhen Wei leaned forward, eager to understand how this world's fate had differed so dramatically from KX-291's.

  "Lin Mei and Zhu Rong took a more subtle approach with the gene resequencer," Xylos explained. "Instead of dramatically enhancing a single trait, they made minor adjustments to genes governing empathy and cooperation. Their goal was not to create super-beings, but to nudge the population towards greater harmony."

  The holograms depicted scenes of a society gradually shifting from conflict to collaboration.

  "The results, while slower to manifest than in KX-291, proved far more stable and beneficial in the long run. Over the course of several generations, the inhabitants of LZ-774 developed a remarkably cohesive society. Conflict resolution became more diplomatic, resources were shared more equitably, and collaborative efforts led to rapid but sustainable technological advancements."

  Images flashed by showing the world's progress - from simple agrarian communities to advanced cities that seemed to blend seamlessly with their natural environment.

  "Perhaps most impressively," Xylos continued, a note of admiration in their voice, "LZ-774 achieved spaceflight centuries ahead of typical projections for a world of its type. Their collaborative nature allowed them to pool resources and knowledge in ways that accelerated progress without sacrificing stability."

  Zhen Wei watched in fascination as the holograms showed sleek spacecraft launching from LZ-774, a united world reaching for the stars.

  "Today, LZ-774 stands as a shining example of successful cultivation through gene resequencing. The world is a beacon of innovation, peace, and spiritual advancement. Lin Mei and Zhu Rong's subtle touch has created a realm ripe for higher levels of cultivation, all without the catastrophic imbalances seen in more aggressive approaches."

  Xylos paused, allowing the implications to sink in. Then, just as with the previous tale, they produced another jade disc, this one glowing with a softer, more inviting light.

  "This information jade," Xylos said, offering it to Zhen Wei, "contains the detailed records of LZ-774. You'll find comprehensive data on the specific genetic modifications, their societal evolution, and the current state of their technological and spiritual advancements."

  As Zhen Wei accepted the second jade, he felt the weight of two vastly different futures in his hands. The contrast between KX-291 and LZ-774 was stark, a vivid illustration of the fine line between catastrophe and triumph in the art of world cultivation.

  "Remember, young cultivator," Xylos said, their form beginning to fade back into its more amorphous state, "the true art lies not in the tools at your disposal, but in the wisdom with which you wield them."

  Zhen Wei nodded solemnly, his mind already racing with the implications of what he'd learned and the vast possibilities that lay before him.

  As Zhen Wei carefully stored the two information jades, he realized he had yet to secure lodgings in this vast and unfamiliar trade world. He looked up at Xylos, whose form was now lazily swirling like mist above the living wood desk.

  "Before I go," Zhen Wei said, "I could use a recommendation on where to stay. Somewhere safe and discreet, preferably."

  Xylos's form coalesced slightly, a hint of amusement in their tone. "Ah, seeking comfort and security in this bustling nexus of realms? That information will cost you two credits."

  Zhen Wei raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. After the substantial sum he'd just paid for the world information, two credits seemed trivial. He quickly transferred the amount.

  Satisfied, Xylos's form shimmered as if nodding. "Very well. I recommend 'The Shifting Oasis.' It's an establishment run by a retired cultivator named Madame Xiao."

  Holographic images flickered to life, showing a modestly sized but elegant building with architecture that seemed to blend styles from a dozen different realms.

  "The Shifting Oasis sits in a quiet corner of the Central District," Xylos continued. "It's known for its privacy enchantments and a clientele of discerning cultivators and traders. Each room is designed to adapt to the specific needs and preferences of its occupant."

  The images shifted to show interior scenes of rooms transforming to suit various alien physiologies and environmental needs.

  "Madame Xiao herself is well-connected but values discretion above all else. The establishment also houses a small but excellent teahouse where you might overhear useful information... if you're so inclined."

  Xylos's form solidified slightly, fixing Zhen Wei with what might have been a knowing look. "I suggest you mention you heard of the place from 'an old friend of Madame Xiao.' It might smooth your way to better accommodations."

  Zhen Wei nodded, committing the details to memory. "Thank you, Xylos. This sounds exactly like what I need."

  As Zhen Wei turned to leave, Xylos's voice drifted after him. "Remember, young cultivator, in a realm of infinite possibilities, sometimes the most valuable commodity is a good night's rest. Safe travels."

  With that, Zhen Wei stepped out of the information broker's office and back into the bustling bazaar, his mind full of new knowledge and his next destination clear. The Shifting Oasis awaited, promising a safe haven in this sea of cosmic intrigue.

  Zhen Wei stepped out of Xylos's office, blinking as his eyes readjusted to the vibrant chaos of the trade world's bazaar. The weight of the information jades in his pocket and the knowledge they contained felt almost physical, a reminder of the vast complexities of cultivation he was only beginning to grasp.

  Navigating through the crowded streets, Zhen Wei made his way towards the Central District. The cacophony of alien languages and the dizzying array of otherworldly goods gradually gave way to more subdued, elegant surroundings. The buildings here exuded an air of quiet wealth and discretion.

  As he walked, Zhen Wei's cultivator senses remained alert, noting the subtle energy fluctuations that hinted at hidden security measures and privacy wards. This was clearly an area where the powerful came to conduct business away from prying eyes.

  After a few turns down increasingly quiet streets, Zhen Wei found himself before The Shifting Oasis. The building lived up to Xylos's description – an architectural marvel that seemed to shimmer slightly, its appearance subtly altering depending on the angle from which it was viewed.

  Taking a deep breath, Zhen Wei approached the entrance. As he neared, he felt a gentle tingle wash over him – likely a scanning enchantment of some kind. The doors slid open silently, inviting him into a lobby that somehow managed to feel both opulent and understated.

  Behind a desk of what appeared to be living crystal stood a being of indeterminate gender, their form slightly translucent and shimmering with an inner light. They looked up as Zhen Wei entered, offering a serene smile.

  "Welcome to The Shifting Oasis," the being said, their voice a melodious hum. "How may we accommodate you today?"

  Zhen Wei stepped forward, recalling Xylos's advice. "Greetings. I heard of this place from an old friend of Madame Xiao," he said, keeping his tone casual but respectful.

  The being's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, their form shimmering with increased interest. "I see," they replied, their voice taking on a warmer tone. "Madame Xiao always appreciates hearing from old friends. Perhaps you'd like one of our premium suites? They offer... additional privacy features that our discerning guests often find valuable."

  Zhen Wei nodded, understanding the implication. "That sounds perfect," he said.

  As the being began the process of registering him, Zhen Wei allowed himself a small smile. It seemed Xylos's information was as reliable as it was expensive. Here, in this oasis of calm amidst the swirling chaos of the trade world, he would have the perfect base from which to plan his next moves.

  The weight of the information jades in his pocket seemed to pulse with potential. In the privacy of his suite, he would delve into the secrets of worlds shaped by ambition and technology. And perhaps, in the teahouse below, he might glean even more valuable insights.

  Zhen Wei's journey as a cultivator was taking an unexpected turn, but as he followed the shimmering attendant towards his room, he felt a surge of anticipation. The path to immortality was complex and fraught with danger, but here, in this nexus of realms and possibilities, he was one step closer to unraveling its mysteries.

  The shimmering attendant led Zhen Wei through corridors that seemed to shift and change subtly as they walked. The walls were adorned with artwork that appeared to be from dozens of different realms, each piece shimmering with barely contained energy.

  "Here we are," the attendant said, stopping before a door that looked like it was crafted from living wood and starlight. "Suite Celestial Harmony."

  As the door swung open silently, Zhen Wei stepped into a space that took his breath away. The suite was far larger than it should have been, given the exterior dimensions of the building.

  "As you can see," the attendant explained, "the suite adapts to the needs and preferences of its occupant. Currently, it's reading your qi signature to optimize your stay."

  Zhen Wei watched in fascination as the room subtly shifted. The lighting adjusted to a warm, comfortable glow that seemed to energize his cultivation base. The air took on a faint scent of mountain herbs, reminiscent of his early training days.

  "The main living area," the attendant gestured, "can be used for meditation, study, or entertainment. The qi circulation here is optimized for cultivation."

  They moved to a section that looked like a study. "This area is shielded against all known forms of scrying and information gathering. Perfect for reviewing sensitive materials."

  Zhen Wei nodded, thinking of the information jades in his pocket.

  "The sleeping chamber," the attendant continued, "has a built-in dreamscape enhancer. It can aid in cultivation even while you rest."

  They demonstrated a control panel near the entrance. "From here, you can adjust all aspects of the suite, from temperature to dimensional pocket access. You can also order food, request information, or call for assistance."

  The attendant paused, then added with a hint of pride, "And of course, the entire suite is protected by multiple layers of privacy and security enchantments. Nothing that happens here will be known outside these walls unless you wish it."

  Zhen Wei took it all in, impressed despite his extensive travels. This was clearly a place designed for beings of significant power and influence.

  "Thank you," he said to the attendant. "This will be perfect."

  As the attendant prepared to leave, they added, "Madame Xiao often takes tea in the garden terrace during the early evening hours. Should you wish to pay your respects... or perhaps discuss mutual acquaintances."

  With a knowing smile, the attendant shimmered and faded from view, leaving Zhen Wei alone in his new sanctuary.

  Zhen Wei moved to the center of the room, feeling the energies swirl around him. He pulled out the information jades, contemplating his next move. In this haven of privacy and power, he could begin to unravel the secrets of world shaping and plot his path forward.

  The Shifting Oasis, it seemed, would be more than just a place to rest. It might very well be the launching pad for the next phase of his cultivation journey.

  After the attendant departed, Zhen Wei made his way to the study area of his suite. The room seemed to anticipate his intentions, adjusting the lighting to an optimal level for reading and dimming the ambient noise to near silence.

  Settling into a chair that molded perfectly to his form, Zhen Wei retrieved the information jade containing the details of KX-291. He placed it on the desk, which shimmered and produced a holographic interface.

  With a deep breath, Zhen Wei activated the section detailing the fate of Ao Xin, the ambitious cultivator behind KX-291's gene resequencing disaster.

  The holographic display came to life, showing images of a once-proud cultivator, his face etched with determination and ambition. The narrative began to unfold:

  "Ao Xin's downfall was as swift as it was severe. As KX-291 spiraled into existential chaos, the Celestial Cultivation Alliance took notice. Their investigation revealed the extent of Ao Xin's tampering with the natural order of mortal development.

  Initially, Ao Xin attempted to rectify his mistake. He spent decades trying to reverse the effects of the gene resequencing, but each attempt only seemed to exacerbate the problem. The inhabitants of KX-291, now hyperaware of their own existence, rejected all further modifications, seeing them as further manipulation of their free will.

  As the situation deteriorated, Ao Xin's reputation in the cultivation world plummeted. Once seen as a rising star, he became a cautionary tale of hubris and reckless ambition.

  The final blow came when a delegation from the Immortal Realm arrived to assess the situation. Their judgment was harsh: Ao Xin had violated the fundamental principles of cultivation by attempting to shortcut millennia of natural development.

  His cultivation was stripped from him, a process so thorough that it left him barely above mortal level. But the true punishment was yet to come. In a twist of ironic justice, Ao Xin was banished to KX-291, forced to live among the very beings whose minds he had inadvertently shattered.

  Reports from KX-291 over the following centuries occasionally mentioned sightings of Ao Xin. He was said to wander the crumbling ruins of once-great cities, a broken figure muttering about the weight of existence and the folly of playing god.

  The last confirmed sighting of Ao Xin was nearly a century ago. Some believe he finally succumbed to the existential dread that plagued his creation. Others whisper that he found a way to end his own existence, seeking oblivion as the ultimate escape from the consequences of his actions.

  To this day, KX-291 stands as a grim reminder of the dangers of unchecked ambition in the art of world cultivation. Ao Xin's name has become synonymous with catastrophic failure in the annals of cultivation history."

  As the holographic display faded, Zhen Wei leaned back, his mind reeling from the implications. The tale of Ao Xin was more than just a cautionary story; it was a stark reminder of the immense responsibilities that came with the power to shape worlds.

  He realized that the path to true cultivation mastery was fraught with ethical dilemmas and unforeseen consequences. As he contemplated his own ambitions, Zhen Wei couldn't help but wonder: how could he pursue power and knowledge without falling into the same trap as Ao Xin?

  Zhen Wei scrolled through the historical context section, his eyes scanning the detailed timeline of events:

  "Historical Context: The Rise and Fall of KX-291

  Early Discovery (Year 0-10):

  

  
• KX-291 discovered by Cultivator Ao Xin during a routine exploration of the outer realms.


  
• Initial surveys reveal a world rich in spiritual energy with a humanoid species at early bronze-age level technology.


  
• Ao Xin establishes a small monitoring outpost on one of KX-291's moons.


  

  Observation Period (Year 10-100):

  

  
• Ao Xin and his disciples observe the natural development of KX-291's civilization.


  
• Notable advancements in agriculture and early mathematics occur without intervention.


  
• Ao Xin begins formulating plans for accelerated development, inspired by legends of ancient "ascended worlds."


  

  Introduction of Subtle Influences (Year 100-200):

  

  
• Ao Xin introduces minor cultivation techniques to select individuals through dreams and visions.


  
• The world sees a renaissance of philosophy and early scientific thought.


  
• First major cities begin to form, with primitive cultivation sects emerging.


  

  Discovery of Gene Resequencing (Year 200):

  

  
• Ao Xin encounters a rogue cultivator selling advanced techniques, including gene resequencing.


  
• After much deliberation, Ao Xin decides to use the technique to "uplift" KX-291's inhabitants.


  

  Implementation Phase (Year 200-250):

  

  
• Gene resequencing subtly introduced through modified food sources and "blessed" water supplies.


  
• Initial results show promise: IQ levels rise, scientific advancements accelerate.


  
• KX-291 enters its equivalent of an industrial revolution within decades.


  

  Golden Age (Year 250-300):

  

  
• KX-291 achieves global unification under a council of philosopher-scientists.


  
• Breakthroughs in medicine eliminate most diseases.


  
• Early space exploration begins, with the first satellites launched.


  

  First Signs of Trouble (Year 300-350):

  

  
• Reports of widespread depression and anxiety begin to surface.


  
• Philosophy takes a dark turn, with nihilism becoming the dominant school of thought.


  
• Despite technological advancements, birth rates plummet.


  

  Crisis Point (Year 350-400):

  

  
• Global productivity drops as large portions of the population succumb to existential dread.


  
• Mass abandonments of cities as people seek isolation for contemplation.


  
• Ao Xin's attempts to reverse the process are met with resistance and suspicion.


  

  Collapse (Year 400-450):

  

  
• Breakdown of global communication networks.


  
• Emergence of cults promoting mass suicide as a "solution" to existence.


  
• Ao Xin's final desperate attempts to save the world fail.


  

  Aftermath (Year 450-Present):

  

  
• KX-291 regresses to pre-industrial levels of technology.


  
• Surviving populations form small, isolated communities focused on basic survival.


  
• Cultivation Regulatory Committee quarantines the world, using it as a case study for failed interventions.


  

  Current State: KX-291 remains a shadow of its former potential. Small pockets of inhabitants continue to struggle with the burden of their enhanced cognition, unable to fully embrace the simple life their ancestors once knew, yet incapable of rebuilding their lost civilization. The world stands as a grim reminder of the dangers of unchecked ambition in the art of world cultivation."

  Zhen Wei leaned back, absorbing the tragic arc of KX-291's history. The timeline painted a vivid picture of how a world full of promise could, through misguided ambition, fall into ruin. He noted how the initial successes of the gene resequencing had masked the deeper, more insidious changes taking root in the world's population.

  The story of KX-291 served as a stark warning about the long-term consequences of rapid, artificial advancement. Zhen Wei realized that true cultivation mastery required not just the power to enact change, but the wisdom to foresee its far-reaching implications.

  As he contemplated this ill-fated world, Zhen Wei couldn't help but wonder: in his own pursuit of power and knowledge, how could he ensure he wouldn't repeat Ao Xin's mistakes? The path of a cultivator, he realized, was fraught with ethical dilemmas and unforeseen consequences at every turn.

  Intrigued by the comprehensive nature of the information, Zhen Wei navigated to Xylos' theoretical analysis of the KX-291 catastrophe. The holographic display shimmered, presenting a detailed breakdown:

  "Xylos' Postmortem Analysis: The Downfall of KX-291

  

  
1. Cognitive Dissonance Amplification: The enhanced cognitive abilities granted by the gene resequencing created a fundamental mismatch between the inhabitants' intellectual capacity and their emotional/spiritual development. This dissonance was the seed of their existential crisis.


  
2. Rapid Adaptability Failure: The speed at which cognitive enhancement occurred outpaced the world's cultural and societal ability to adapt. Philosophical and religious frameworks, crucial for managing existential questions, couldn't evolve quickly enough to provide necessary support.


  
3. Collective Consciousness Overload: As individual cognition improved, a type of psychic field emerged, amplifying shared thoughts and anxieties. This created a feedback loop of existential dread that became self-sustaining.


  
4. Spiritual Energy Imbalance: The cognitive enhancements disrupted the natural flow of spiritual energy within individuals and the world at large. This imbalance manifested as a collective spiritual malaise, further exacerbating psychological issues.


  
5. Purpose Paradigm Shift: Enhanced intelligence led to a rapid reevaluation of societal goals and individual purpose. The sudden loss of previously held meanings and the inability to quickly establish new ones resulted in a society-wide sense of purposelessness.


  
6. Metacognitive Paralysis: The ability to think deeply about thinking itself led to recursive loops of self-analysis, often resulting in decision-making paralysis and social withdrawal.


  
7. Temporal Perception Distortion: Increased cognitive capabilities altered the inhabitants' perception of time, making them hyper-aware of both the brevity of their existence and the vastness of cosmic timescales, feeding into their existential anxiety.


  
8. Ethical Framework Collapse: Rapid cognitive advancement outpaced moral and ethical development, leading to a breakdown of societal norms and values, further destabilizing the civilization.


  
9. Innovation-Implementation Gap: While cognitive abilities soared, practical skills and physical capabilities remained unchanged, creating a frustrating divide between what could be conceived and what could be achieved.


  
10. Cultivation Path Disruption: The resequencing inadvertently altered the world's inherent cultivation pathways, making traditional methods of spiritual advancement ineffective and leaving the population without means to balance their enhanced minds.


  

  Conclusion: The failure of KX-291 stems not from the enhancement of cognitive abilities itself, but from the lack of holistic consideration in its implementation. Future attempts at cognitive enhancement must account for emotional, spiritual, and societal factors. Gradual implementation with carefully designed support systems might yield more stable results.

  Caution: The KX-291 incident suggests that cognitive enhancement, while potentially beneficial, carries risks that extend beyond the individual to the very fabric of society and the world's spiritual ecosystem. Any future attempts should be approached with extreme caution and extensive preparation."

  As Zhen Wei finished reading, he sat back, his mind reeling from the implications. Xylos' analysis revealed the intricate interplay between individual enhancement and world-scale consequences. It was clear that the art of world-shaping through gene resequencing was far more complex than simply improving a single trait.

  The lessons of KX-291 served as a stark reminder of the responsibilities and potential pitfalls awaiting any cultivator who dared to fundamentally alter a world's development. Zhen Wei realized that true mastery in cultivation and world-shaping would require not just power and knowledge, but a deep understanding of the delicate balance between all aspects of existence.

  With a thoughtful expression, Zhen Wei turned his attention to the jade containing information about LZ-774's success story. Perhaps in the contrast between these two tales, he could find a balanced path forward in his own journey of cultivation and world-shaping.

  Intrigued by the contrast, Zhen Wei activated the information jade containing details about LZ-774. The holographic display came to life once more, this time showing images of a harmonious, technologically advanced world.

  As he delved into the success story of Lin Mei and Zhu Rong's subtle use of gene resequencing, Zhen Wei noticed an interesting addendum near the end of the report:

  "While LZ-774 flourished under the guided modifications of Lin Mei and Zhu Rong, their success drew unexpected attention. Approximately 50 years after the world achieved spaceflight, an immortal known as Xuan Tian manifested in the capital city.

  Xuan Tian, it was revealed, was the original architect of LZ-774's spiritual foundation, having spent millennia subtly guiding the world's development. The immortal had become aware of the accelerated progress and came to investigate personally.

  Initial interactions between Xuan Tian and the world's leaders were tense. The immortal expressed both curiosity and concern about the methods used to 'correct' the perceived flaws in the original design of the world's inhabitants.

  Lin Mei and Zhu Rong were summoned to explain their actions. They presented their methods, emphasizing the careful, minimal approach they had taken to enhance empathy and cooperation without fundamentally altering the species' nature.

  Xuan Tian spent a century observing the world, its people, and the long-term effects of the gene resequencing. While the immortal never explicitly approved of the intervention, neither did they move to reverse or punish it.

  Before departing, Xuan Tian left a cryptic message for Lin Mei and Zhu Rong: 'You have painted over my brushstrokes with a steady hand. The picture is changed, yet the essence remains. Time will tell if your additions enhance or obscure the greater work.'

  The immortal's visit served as both a validation of LZ-774's success and a sobering reminder of the higher powers at play in the art of world cultivation. Lin Mei and Zhu Rong, while celebrated for their achievement, became more cautious in their future endeavors, always mindful of the potential for immortal scrutiny."

  Zhen Wei sat back, absorbing this new information. The involvement of Xuan Tian added a new dimension to consider. Even success, it seemed, could draw the attention of powers beyond mortal comprehension.

  He realized that any action taken to shape a world, no matter how benevolent or successful, could have far-reaching consequences. The key, perhaps, was not just in the method or the intention, but in understanding the deeper, often hidden, design of the realms one sought to influence.

  As he contemplated this, Zhen Wei's mind turned to the possibilities and pitfalls that might await him in his own cultivation journey. The path to power was complex, filled with unseen watchers and ancient designs. Treading it would require not just skill and knowledge, but also wisdom and, perhaps, a touch of humility.

  Intrigued by the mention of Xuan Tian, Zhen Wei turned to the suite's information terminal. He input a request for data on other worlds that had used gene resequencers and subsequently encountered Xuan Tian.

  Almost instantly, a response appeared on the holographic display:

  "Query processed. The following information packages are available:

  

  
1. 'Xuan Tian's Triad': A summary of three well-known encounters between Xuan Tian and gene-resequenced worlds. Price: 50 credits.


  
2. 'The Immortal's Gaze': A comprehensive dossier on all known interventions by Xuan Tian in gene-resequenced worlds. Price: 5,000,000 credits."


  

  Zhen Wei's eyes widened at the price of the comprehensive package. Such a sum could buy small realms in some markets. The value placed on this information spoke volumes about its significance.

  Deciding to start with the more accessible option, Zhen Wei authorized the payment for 'Xuan Tian's Triad'.

  The holographic display shifted, presenting three concise narratives:

  

  
1. World QR-789: "The Shattered Harmony" Cultivators attempted to enhance artistic and musical abilities. Xuan Tian appeared as the world descended into chaos, with inhabitants unable to cease their creative outpourings. The immortal reversed the changes but left the memory of the experience intact as a lesson.


  
2. World ZT-456: "The Eternal Vigil" Gene resequencing was used to eliminate the need for sleep. Xuan Tian manifested a century later, as the sleepless population began to experience mass hallucinations. The immortal didn't reverse the change but instead altered the hallucinations into a form of shared dreaming, creating a unique cultivation method.


  
3. World HN-123: "The Verdant Overreach" Cultivators modified the population to photosynthesize, aiming to solve resource scarcity. Xuan Tian appeared as the world's ecosystem began to collapse. The immortal integrated the changes into the world's spiritual foundation, transforming the inhabitants into a new, plant-like species.


  

  As Zhen Wei finished reading, a new message appeared:

  "Additional data available in 'The Immortal's Gaze' includes:

  

  
• 27 more documented interventions


  
• Xuan Tian's theoretical framework for world development


  
• Speculated limits of Xuan Tian's tolerance for intervention


  
• Potential methods for concealing gene resequencing from immortal detection


  

  Full package remains available for 5,000,000 credits."

  Zhen Wei leaned back, his mind racing. The three stories alone provided valuable insights into Xuan Tian's methods and philosophy. But the promise of the comprehensive package was tantalizing. Such knowledge could be game-changing in his cultivation journey.

  He found himself facing a dilemma. The full information packet could provide an enormous advantage, but the cost was staggering. Was it worth the investment? Or would such an expenditure leave him vulnerable in other areas of his cultivation?

  As he pondered his next move, Zhen Wei couldn't help but feel that this decision might be a pivotal moment in his path to power and understanding of world cultivation.

  As Zhen Wei finished reading about Xuan Tian's interventions across various worlds, he leaned back, his mind racing with the implications. He focused particularly on Xuan Tian's cryptic message on LZ-774: "You have painted over my brushstrokes with a steady hand. The picture is changed, yet the essence remains. Time will tell if your additions enhance or obscure the greater work."

  Zhen Wei mulled over these words, trying to decipher their meaning. It struck him that Xuan Tian seemed to be viewing each world as part of some larger design, a piece in a greater puzzle.

  "What if," Zhen Wei mused to himself, "Xuan Tian is cultivating not just individual worlds, but a network of realms? Each developed differently, but meant to interact someday?"

  This thought sent a shiver of excitement and apprehension through him. The scope of such a plan was almost beyond comprehension. It also presented both a challenge and an opportunity.

  Zhen Wei considered his position. As a cultivator aiming to shape worlds, he was essentially stepping into the domain of immortals like Xuan Tian. The risks were enormous, but so were the potential rewards.

  An idea began to form in his mind. "If I'm caught intervening in a world," he thought, "I could potentially claim I believed it was one of Xuan Tian's projects. It might buy me some leeway, especially if I've acted in a way consistent with Xuan Tian's observed methods."

  The more he thought about it, the more appealing this strategy became. Not only could it serve as a potential safeguard, but studying and emulating Xuan Tian's approaches could also lead to more successful and balanced world-shaping.

  A wry smile played on Zhen Wei's lips as he coined a personal mantra: "WWXTD? What Would Xuan Tian Do?"

  He knew it was a simplification of an immortal's unfathomable methods, but it gave him a framework to operate within. Xuan Tian's interventions had shown a preference for balance, for turning problems into unique opportunities, and for allowing worlds to develop their own solutions when possible.

  "By following this philosophy," Zhen Wei reasoned, "I might not only avoid catastrophic mistakes but also potentially create something that could fit into whatever grand design Xuan Tian envisions."

  As he prepared to delve back into the information about Xuan Tian's interventions, Zhen Wei felt a new sense of purpose. He would study these cases not just for knowledge, but as a guide for his own future actions.

  The path ahead was still fraught with danger, but now he had a beacon to navigate by – the wisdom, however partially understood, of an immortal cultivator.

  Zhen Wei's eyes flickered to the room's chronometer, and he started in surprise. Hours had passed as he'd been engrossed in the information about Xuan Tian and world cultivation. The attendant's words echoed in his mind: Madame Xiao often takes tea in the garden terrace during the early evening hours.

  "Perfect timing," he murmured, rising from his seat. As the holographic displays flickered out, Zhen Wei took a moment to compose himself, straightening his attire and centering his qi.

  He left his suite, navigating the shifting corridors of The Shifting Oasis with a mix of anticipation and caution. As he walked, a thought nagged at him: Can a cultivator truly retire?

  The concept seemed almost paradoxical. Cultivation was a journey of constant growth and accumulation of power. The idea of a being as presumably powerful as Madame Xiao simply stepping back from that path was difficult to fathom.

  Yet, as he approached the courtyard, another realization struck him. This conversation, however casual it might appear, could have far-reaching consequences. Every word exchanged, every piece of advice or information gleaned, could impact not just his path but the destiny of every world he might shape in the future.

  The weight of this potential settled on Zhen Wei's shoulders. He was no longer just a cultivator seeking knowledge; he was a future world-shaper on the cusp of a pivotal interaction. The choices he would make, influenced by this meeting, could echo across realms and generations.

  As he stepped into the courtyard, the serene beauty of the space washed over him. Exotic plants from a hundred worlds filled the air with a symphony of scents. A gentle fountain burbled nearby, its water seeming to shimmer with spiritual energy.

  And there, seated at an elegant table crafted from what appeared to be living wood, was a figure that could only be Madame Xiao. Her presence radiated a calm power that belied any notion of "retirement."

  Zhen Wei took a deep breath, steeling himself. This was more than a chance encounter; it was an opportunity that could shape the course of his cultivation journey and, by extension, the fate of countless lives across multiple worlds.

  With measured steps, he approached the table, his mind racing with possibilities. How much did Madame Xiao know? What insights could she offer? And most importantly, how could he navigate this interaction to gain the wisdom he needed for the monumental tasks that lay ahead?

  As Madame Xiao's gaze lifted to meet his, Zhen Wei felt the weight of ages in her eyes. This was no simple tea ceremony. It was a meeting that could resonate across the tapestry of reality itself.

  As Zhen Wei approached the table, Madame Xiao's gaze met his. Her eyes, a swirling mix of deep purple and silver, seemed to hold centuries of wisdom. She sat with a poise that spoke of immense power held in perfect control.

  Zhen Wei stopped a respectful distance from the table and offered a formal bow – deep enough to show genuine respect, but not so deep as to suggest subservience. "Honored Madame Xiao," he said, his voice clear and steady. "I am Zhen Wei. I hope I'm not intruding on your evening tea."

  A subtle smile played at the corners of Madame Xiao's lips. "Zhen Wei," she repeated, her voice carrying a melodious quality that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. "Xylos has good taste in his referrals. Please, join me."

  She gestured to the empty seat across from her, and as Zhen Wei moved to sit, he noticed the teacup before him filling itself with a liquid that shimmered like starlight.

  "I trust you're finding The Shifting Oasis to your liking?" Madame Xiao asked, though her tone suggested she already knew the answer.

  Zhen Wei nodded, realizing that little probably escaped Madame Xiao's notice in her establishment. "It's remarkable," he replied honestly. "I've never experienced accommodations quite like it."

  "Mmm," Madame Xiao hummed, taking a sip of her tea. "And I imagine you've been making good use of the information services we provide. Xylos' data is always... illuminating."

  Her knowing look made it clear she was aware of more than just his lodging arrangements. Zhen Wei felt a mix of wariness and intrigue. This was no ordinary retired cultivator, and this was no ordinary tea session.

  "Indeed," Zhen Wei said carefully, deciding honesty was the best approach. "I've been learning a great deal about the intricacies of world cultivation. It's a far more complex art than I had initially realized."

  Madame Xiao's eyes sparkled with interest. "Ah, world cultivation. A noble pursuit, fraught with both peril and promise. Tell me, young Zhen Wei, what has drawn you to such an ambitious path?"

  As Zhen Wei considered his response, he realized this conversation was indeed going to be as pivotal as he had anticipated. Madame Xiao's question wasn't just idle curiosity – it was an invitation to reveal his motivations, his understanding, and perhaps even his worthiness to tread the path of a world shaper.

  With a deep breath, Zhen Wei prepared to answer, knowing his words could shape not just this interaction, but the course of his entire cultivation journey.

  Zhen Wei took a thoughtful sip of his tea before responding. "When I first embarked on this path," he began, "my ambitions were simple – perhaps naively so. I wanted to create more complex worlds, thinking that complexity alone would bring fulfillment."

  He paused, gathering his thoughts. "But recent revelations have... shifted my perspective. Learning about the successes and failures of gene resequencing, and glimpsing the grand designs of immortals like Xuan Tian, I've come to realize the immense responsibility that comes with shaping worlds."

  Madame Xiao nodded, a glimmer of approval in her eyes. "Wisdom often begins with recognizing the depths of our ignorance," she said. "You've taken your first steps into a much larger universe, Zhen Wei. But there's a greater truth you've yet to grasp."

  She leaned forward, her voice taking on a tone of ancient knowledge. "Let me tell you a tale – the tale of the civilization that started it all."

  Zhen Wei listened, rapt, as Madame Xiao began her story.

  "Imagine a civilization so advanced they learned to pilot their entire galaxy like a cosmic ship," she said, her words painting vivid images in Zhen Wei's mind. "They were the first to breach the barriers between realms, to explore the lower dimensions. But for all their power, all their knowledge, they found themselves unable to ascend to the higher realms."

  Zhen Wei's eyes widened as he began to grasp the implications.

  Madame Xiao continued, her voice carrying the weight of eons. "This civilization, in their relentless pursuit of ascension, devised the entire system of cultivation we know today. Every technique, every principle of qi manipulation, every method of world-shaping – all of it was crafted with a single, overarching purpose."

  She paused, ensuring she had Zhen Wei's full attention. "The purpose, young cultivator, is to create the precise circumstances necessary for a crucial insight to emerge – an insight that will finally allow them to ascend to a higher realm."

  Zhen Wei sat back, stunned by the revelation. "You mean... all of cultivation, all the worlds we shape and lives we influence... it's all part of a grand experiment?"

  Madame Xiao nodded solemnly. "Indeed. Every cultivator, every shaped world, every triumph and failure – all are potential keys to unlocking the mystery of ascension. We are all, knowingly or not, participants in this cosmic endeavor."

  As the full weight of this knowledge settled upon him, Zhen Wei felt his understanding of cultivation and his place in the universe shift dramatically. The responsibility he bore was not just to the worlds he might shape, but to the very future of cultivation itself.

  "I... I had no idea," Zhen Wei said, his voice filled with awe and a touch of trepidation. "This changes everything. How does one approach world-shaping with this knowledge? How do we balance the needs of the worlds we create with this greater purpose?"

  Madame Xiao's eyes sparkled with an ancient wisdom. "That, young Zhen Wei, is the question that every true cultivator must grapple with. And it is a question I believe you are now ready to begin exploring in earnest."

  As the implications of this revelation swirled in his mind, Zhen Wei realized that his journey had just become infinitely more complex – and infinitely more important – than he could have ever imagined.

  As Zhen Wei absorbed the staggering implications of Madame Xiao's revelation, she leaned in, her voice lowering as if sharing a profound secret.

  "There's more you should understand, Zhen Wei," she said, her eyes reflecting the light of distant stars. "The realm that serves as the core of their galaxy-ship – that's where they conduct their grandest experiments. It's there, at the heart of their cosmic vessel, where they believe the answer to ascension will ultimately emerge."

  Zhen Wei nodded slowly, trying to grasp the scale of what he was hearing. "And we... where do we fit into this grand design?"

  Madame Xiao's lips curved in a slight, almost rueful smile. "We, young cultivator, are in the boonies."

  "The... boonies?" Zhen Wei repeated, confusion evident in his voice.

  "Indeed," Madame Xiao confirmed. "This realm, The Shifting Oasis, the worlds you've learned about – we're all on the outskirts. A random realm, unfathomably distant from their home dimension. We're so far removed that we don't even know how many realms separate us from the core."

  The weight of this realization settled on Zhen Wei like a physical force. All his ambitions, all his newfound knowledge – they were taking place in what amounted to a cosmic backwater.

  "But," Zhen Wei began, his mind racing, "if we're so far from the center, how can our efforts contribute to their goal?"

  Madame Xiao's eyes sparkled with an ancient wisdom. "Ah, that's the beauty and the mystery of it all. They cast their net wide, Zhen Wei. Every realm, no matter how distant, is a potential source of the insight they seek. Our remoteness doesn't diminish our importance – in fact, it might be the very thing that allows for unique developments they couldn't predict or control."

  She gestured expansively, encompassing the garden and, by extension, the entirety of their realm. "Here, on the fringes, away from their direct oversight, cultivation and world-shaping might evolve in ways they never anticipated. The next great breakthrough, the key to ascension, could just as easily come from a backwater realm as from their central experiments."

  Zhen Wei sat back, his mind reeling from the implications. He had thought he was embarking on a journey to shape worlds, only to discover he was a tiny part of an unimaginably vast cosmic experiment. And yet, paradoxically, this very remoteness gave his actions a potential significance he had never dreamed of.

  "So every world we shape, every cultivation technique we develop," Zhen Wei mused, "it's all feeding back into this grand design, even if we're universes away from the source?"

  Madame Xiao nodded approvingly. "Precisely. Your actions here, in this distant corner of existence, could ripple across realms in ways we can scarcely comprehend. That, Zhen Wei, is both the burden and the opportunity you now face."

  As the true scope of his position in the cosmos dawned on him, Zhen Wei felt a mix of humility and excitement. He was a small player in an impossibly large game, yet his moves could have consequences beyond his wildest imagination.

  "I have so much to learn," Zhen Wei said, his voice filled with a new determination.

  Madame Xiao's smile widened. "Indeed you do. And that, young cultivator, is the first step on the true path of wisdom."

  …

  As the last vestiges of twilight faded, Madame Xiao made her way to the secluded chamber deep within The Shifting Oasis. Xylos was already there, their form a swirling mass of data and energy.

  "Another promising cultivator," Madame Xiao said, settling into a chair. "It brings back memories, doesn't it?"

  Xylos's form shimmered, coalescing into a more humanoid shape. For a moment, the image of a gaunt, haunted-looking being flickered through their appearance. "Indeed. Though I hope young Zhen Wei's path is kinder than what we experienced on KX-291."

  Madame Xiao's eyes softened with understanding. "Your world's fate still weighs on you, old friend. But remember, it's why we're here, why we do this."

  "And your world, LZ-774, thrives still," Xylos noted, a hint of envy in their tone. "A testament to the potential of careful cultivation."

  "Yet even success has its price," Madame Xiao replied, a touch of sadness in her voice. "The burden of being a 'model world' is not light."

  Their conversation was interrupted as Xylos's form pulsed urgently. "Pardon me. I'm receiving a high-priority report."

  "What is it?" Madame Xiao asked, leaning forward.

  "The Crimson Void Sect has struck again. The Azure Star Sect's primary cultivation realm is under attack."

  Madame Xiao's expression darkened. "Casualties?"

  "Unknown, but expected to be high," Xylos replied grimly. "They're raiding everything of value and preparing to drain the black hole."

  A heavy silence fell between them, both acutely aware of the lives at stake, having seen firsthand the consequences of failed or exploited worlds.

  "These demonic sects," Madame Xiao mused, "they're like a dark reflection of Ao Xin's ambition on KX-291, aren't they? Destruction wrought by unchecked desire for power."

  Xylos's form flickered with painful memories. "Yes, but on a scale even Ao Xin couldn't have imagined. They care nothing for the grand experiment or the pursuit of ascension."

  "It makes our work all the more crucial," Madame Xiao added. "We've seen both the pinnacle of success and the depths of failure in world cultivation. That knowledge... it's our responsibility to guide the next generation."

  "And Zhen Wei?" Xylos inquired.

  "He has potential," Madame Xiao said thoughtfully. "His background reminds me of the early days on LZ-774 – a desire to create something meaningful from limitation."

  As Madame Xiao and Xylos continued their discussion, the topic shifted to Zhen Wei's future.

  "The information we've provided him," Xylos mused, "it's quite valuable. Far more than what we'd typically offer a passing cultivator."

  Madame Xiao nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Indeed. I believe it's time we considered him more than just a curious traveler. What are your thoughts on taking him as a disciple?"

  Xylos's form shimmered with interest. "A disciple? That's not a decision we make lightly. Though I must admit, his background makes him... intriguing."

  "Precisely," Madame Xiao agreed. "His people were designed for a singular purpose - finding satisfaction in achieving minor improvements through incredibly complex metallurgical processes. It's given him a unique set of traits."

  "Intelligent, patient, uncomplicated," Xylos listed, "and if I'm not mistaken, quite physically capable from his work with metals."

  "A blank slate, in many ways," Madame Xiao added. "One we could mold to our purposes, while benefiting from his unique perspective."

  Xylos's form swirled thoughtfully. "He does seem remarkably adaptable. The way he absorbed the information about KX-291 and LZ-774, not to mention the revelation about the true nature of cultivation... Most would be overwhelmed."

  "Yet he took it in stride," Madame Xiao nodded. "I believe with proper guidance, he could become a significant player in our grand experiment."

  "And in the face of threats like the Crimson Void Sect," Xylos added, "having a disciple we can trust and shape could be invaluable."

  Madame Xiao stood, her decision made. "Then it's settled. We'll offer him discipleship. His journey to shape worlds will be under our tutelage."

  "A new piece on the cosmic board," Xylos mused. "Let's hope he proves as malleable and useful as we anticipate."

  Madame Xiao pulled out a small, crystalline device, activating it to project a holographic display. "Before we proceed with Zhen Wei, we should review the background of his world's progenitor. It might give us valuable insights."

  Xylos's form coalesced closer, focusing on the display.

  "The progenitor of Zhen Wei's world was a cultivator known as Feng Liang," Madame Xiao began. "A brilliant metallurgist, but... let's say, singularly focused."

  The hologram showed an image of a stern-faced cultivator, his eyes reflecting an almost manic intensity.

  "Feng Liang was obsessed with creating the perfect alloy," Xylos added, data streams flowing through their form. "He believed that the key to ascension lay in forging a metal that could withstand the pressures of higher realms."

  Madame Xiao nodded. "An interesting theory, but one that consumed him entirely. He saw world creation not as an art or a responsibility, but merely as a means to an end - a living laboratory for his metallurgical experiments."

  The hologram shifted, showing a world that seemed to be entirely composed of foundries, mines, and testing facilities.

  "He designed every aspect of the world and its inhabitants to serve his goal," Xylos continued. "The people, including Zhen Wei's ancestors, were genetically engineered to find fulfillment in incremental metallurgical advancements."

  "A rather limited view of existence," Madame Xiao mused. "But it did produce beings with remarkable patience and attention to detail."

  The display showed generations of people working tirelessly on complex metallurgical processes, their faces showing genuine joy at the slightest improvements.

  "Feng Liang's obsession eventually led to his downfall," Xylos added. "He became so engrossed in his work that he neglected his own cultivation. Last we heard, he had physically fused with one of his experimental alloys, becoming a sort of living metal statue, still endlessly pursuing his perfect alloy."

  Madame Xiao's expression was a mix of pity and disappointment. "A cautionary tale of the dangers of losing sight of the broader purpose of cultivation."

  "And yet," Xylos interjected, "his single-minded focus did produce some remarkable results. The alloys coming out of that world are unlike anything seen in other realms."

  "True," Madame Xiao conceded. "But at what cost? An entire world and its population, reduced to a single function."

  The hologram faded, leaving Madame Xiao and Xylos in contemplative silence.

  "Zhen Wei is a product of this environment," Madame Xiao finally said. "Shaped by Feng Liang's vision, yet somehow developing a desire for something more. It's... intriguing."

  Xylos's form shimmered in agreement. "He carries the skills and mindset instilled by Feng Liang's design, but not the obsession. He could be the perfect blend of focused capability and open-minded potential."

  "Exactly," Madame Xiao smiled. "Feng Liang's unintended legacy might be not an alloy, but a cultivator uniquely suited to help unravel the mysteries of ascension."

  As Madame Xiao and Xylos concluded their discussion about Feng Liang, a new thought seemed to strike Xylos. Their form shimmered with a mix of excitement and concern.

  "Speaking of genetic engineering," Xylos began, "I've been analyzing the data from Xuan Tian's interventions, and I've noticed something... intriguing."

  Madame Xiao leaned forward, her interest piqued. "Go on."

  "The reports of Xuan Tian 'manifesting' in various worlds," Xylos continued, data streams swirling through their form, "they're consistent in description, but inconsistent in timing and location."

  "You think there's more to it than simple interdimensional travel?" Madame Xiao asked, her eyes narrowing.

  Xylos's form pulsed in affirmation. "Indeed. I believe Xuan Tian may have implemented a failsafe system. A network of genetically engineered clones, strategically placed across various realms."

  Madame Xiao sat back, considering the implications. "Clones with limited knowledge, designed to activate and intervene when genetic tampering is detected in their respective realms."

  "Precisely," Xylos confirmed. "It would explain the rapid response times we've observed, and the seemingly simultaneous appearances in distant realms."

  "Clever," Madame Xiao mused. "It allows for swift action without constant direct oversight. But it also raises questions about the nature of these interventions. Are they truly Xuan Tian, or merely extensions of his will?"

  Xylos's form swirled thoughtfully. "That's the crux of it. These clones may or may not make themselves known as such. They could be operating under the belief that they are Xuan Tian himself, or they might be aware of their nature as failsafes."

  "Either way," Madame Xiao added, "it adds a layer of complexity to our understanding of Xuan Tian's methods. And to the challenges facing cultivators like Zhen Wei."

  "It also presents an opportunity," Xylos pointed out. "If we can understand how these clones operate, it might give us insight into Xuan Tian's greater design. Perhaps even clues about the path to ascension."

  As Madame Xiao and Xylos discussed the implications of Xuan Tian's genetic failsafe system, Xylos's form suddenly pulsed with a new realization.

  "There's a critical limitation we need to consider," Xylos began, their tone grave. "The spatial coordinates required to activate the quantum bridge back to the higher realm..."

  Madame Xiao nodded, understanding immediately. "Almost impossible to determine from a lower realm. Like finding a grain of sand in the vastness of the universe."

  "Exactly," Xylos confirmed. "And I've concluded it would be far too dangerous to embed this information in the clones. The risk of emergent behaviors that could lead to misuse is too high."

  "So," Madame Xiao mused, "if a clone were to be on a world overtaken by a demonic sect, they would essentially be trapped."

  Xylos's form shimmered in affirmation. "Precisely. And given their nature, it's unlikely such a clone would reveal its existence, even in a world descending into chaos."

  A moment of silence fell between them as they contemplated the implications. Suddenly, Xylos's form pulsed with an urgent frequency.

  "There's more," Xylos said, a mix of excitement and concern in their tone. "I've been tracking a particular anomaly in one of the realms recently overtaken by the Crimson Void Sect. I believe it might be one of Xuan Tian's worlds... and it might house one of his clones."

  Madame Xiao's eyes widened. "You're certain?"

  "As certain as I can be without direct confirmation," Xylos replied. "The energy signatures match Xuan Tian's known cultivation patterns, and there have been subtle disturbances that could indicate a powerful being trying to remain hidden."

  Madame Xiao stood, pacing the room as she processed this information. "This... this could be an opportunity. If we could extract this clone, the knowledge we could gain..."

  "It would be invaluable," Xylos agreed. "But the challenges are immense. Infiltrating a demonic sect-controlled realm, locating a clone that doesn't want to be found, and somehow extracting them."

  Madame Xiao's eyes gleamed with determination. "It's precisely the kind of challenge that could test Zhen Wei's potential. A mission that requires all of his unique skills and background."

  Xylos's form swirled thoughtfully. "We'd need to prepare him thoroughly. I can provide limited information about the clone and the world - enough to guide him, but not enough to compromise the mission if he's captured."

  "Agreed," Madame Xiao nodded. "We'll present it as a rescue mission, a chance to save a powerful ally while also gathering crucial intelligence."

  "And perhaps," Xylos added, "an opportunity for Zhen Wei to truly understand the complexities and dangers of the cultivation world he's entering."

  Madame Xiao paused in her pacing, a new thought occurring to her. "Xylos, if we succeed in this mission, if Zhen Wei manages to extract the clone..."

  Xylos's form shimmered with understanding. "It could draw the attention of Xuan Tian's main consciousness."

  "Precisely," Madame Xiao nodded. "This might not just be about rescuing a clone or gathering intelligence. It could be our chance to make contact with Xuan Tian himself."

  Xylos's form pulsed with a mix of excitement and caution. "The implications are... staggering. Direct interaction with an immortal of Xuan Tian's caliber could provide insights we've only dreamed of."

  "But it's not without risk," Madame Xiao added. "Attracting the attention of such a being... we'd be playing a very dangerous game."

  "Indeed," Xylos agreed. "We'd need to prepare Zhen Wei for every contingency. Not just the extraction, but the possibility of coming face to face with an immortal cultivator."

  Madame Xiao's eyes gleamed with determination. "It's a risk we must take. The potential knowledge to be gained, the chance to understand Xuan Tian's grand design... it's too valuable to pass up."

  "And Zhen Wei?" Xylos questioned. "How much do we reveal to him about this possibility?"

  Madame Xiao considered for a moment. "We'll tell him that success could attract powerful attention. Let him understand the gravity of the situation without overwhelming him with the full implications."

  "A wise approach," Xylos concurred. "It will allow him to be prepared without the pressure of knowing he might face an immortal."

  …

  Zhen Wei woke to the soft morning light filtering through the elaborate window designs of his suite at The Shifting Oasis. For a moment, he lay still, processing everything he had learned the previous day—the complex nature of cultivation, the vast cosmic experiments, the endless pursuit of ascension.

  After preparing himself for the day, he made his way to the tea house on the ground floor of the establishment. The space was elegant yet understated, with curved wooden beams and living plants that seemed to respond to the moods of those nearby.

  To his surprise, Madame Xiao sat alone at a corner table, as if expecting him. She gestured for him to join her, a serene smile on her face.

  "Good morning, Zhen Wei," she said as he took the seat across from her. "I trust you slept well?"

  "Yes, thank you," he replied, still somewhat awestruck by her presence. A server silently appeared, placing a steaming pot of tea and a selection of breakfast dishes between them.

  Madame Xiao poured the tea with practiced grace, her movements fluid and precise. "I've been considering our conversation yesterday," she began, her voice measured. "It's rare to encounter someone with your particular background and perspective."

  Zhen Wei accepted the cup of tea, its aroma complex and unfamiliar. "Thank you, but I'm still very new to all of this."

  "Which is precisely what makes you valuable," Madame Xiao said, her eyes meeting his. "Fresh eyes often see what others have become blind to."

  She took a sip of her tea, seemingly gathering her thoughts. "I have a proposition for you, Zhen Wei. I would like you to become my direct disciple."

  Zhen Wei nearly choked on his tea. "Your disciple? But I... I don't understand. Why me?"

  "Intuition, perhaps," she replied with a small smile. "Or recognition of potential. Officially, if anyone should ask, you would be a core disciple of a sect I used to work with. The details are unimportant."

  Zhen Wei sat in stunned silence as Madame Xiao continued.

  "Your first task would be to rescue another disciple from a realm currently under attack by demonic cultivators. It's a mission that requires your unique perspective and abilities."

  The weight of her words slowly sank in. Madame Xiao, this clearly powerful and ancient being, wanted him—a simple metallurgist from a limited world—as her disciple. And not just that, but to immediately undertake a dangerous rescue mission.

  "This is... unexpected," Zhen Wei finally managed, his mind racing. "I'm honored, but I'm not sure I'm qualified for such a task."

  "You are more prepared than you realize," Madame Xiao said, her voice gentle but firm. "Your background has equipped you with patience, precision, and adaptability—rare qualities, even among cultivators."

  Zhen Wei took a deep breath, considering the opportunity before him. This was far beyond anything he had imagined when he first set out from his limited world. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and undeniably compelling.

  "I accept," he said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions within him. "I would be honored to be your disciple, Madame Xiao."

  A pleased expression crossed her face. "Excellent. We will begin your preparation immediately after breakfast. There is much to do, and time is of the essence."