You quickly arrived at the Palace of Ten Thousand Dreams, gently landing before the mountain gate. Today it was Sang Yi's turn to guard the entrance. He hurried forward respectfully: "Palace Master!"

Hearing him address you as Palace Master always made you feel like you had an emperor for a father.

You got straight to the point: "Any letters delivered?"

Sang Yi flipped open his sleeve and produced two letters: "Palace Master, two people delivered these letters one after another two days ago."

Your eyes lit up. You had expected it would take longer to receive news, yet here were results so soon.

Taking the letters, you saw one was from Qi Xuan of the Pure Yang Sect, the other from another Ultimate Grandmaster with Earth affinity.

Nodding, you were about to fly directly to the main hall when you noticed Sang Yi looking at you strangely, his expression conflicted and hesitant.

Frowning, you spoke in a low voice: "I'll only warn you once - put that ass away and face me properly when speaking!"

Sang Yi trembled in fear and turned around: "P-Palace Master, wasn't this why you saved us?"

"What the hell have you idiots been imagining these past few days?!"

It turned out when Sang Yi went to rescue his reconciled wife, he expected to die on the spot. Yet you, an Ultimate Grandmaster with no prior connection, had saved him for no apparent reason. Having nothing to his name but a worthless life, Sang Yi couldn't understand your motives.

After comparing notes with the other two rescued men, they realized all three shared similar backgrounds - complete losers with nothing to lose.

Their imaginations ran wild.

Finally, the 200-pound roughneck Zhao Wunian spoke up: "Seems the Palace Master wants our bodies!"

Sang Yi froze, glancing at Zhao Wunian's thick chest hair fluttering in the wind: "You really think so?"

Zhao Wunian scratched his head: "Worth a try. Ultimate Grandmasters have weird tastes sometimes!"

Somehow this made sense to Sang Yi and the third man, leading to Sang Yi's current attempt.

After hearing this explanation, your gaze turned icy: "Keep up this nonsense and I'll personally deliver you back to your enemies!"

Without another word, you flew toward the main hall.

Shortly after you left, Zhao Wunian came running to the gate: "See? I told you the Palace Master wasn't into your type!"

Sang Yi nodded solemnly in agreement.

In the main hall, you opened and read both letters. Though from different Ultimate Grandmasters, their contents were similar - an Earth Source would appear near a small island in the Eastern Sea in one month.

Calculating that the journey from Palace of Ten Thousand Dreams would take about seven days, you decided to stay and use the twenty days remaining to attempt breaking through to mid-stage Dragon Transformation. Success would propel your combat strength into the Great Qian Empire's top five, giving you better odds at securing the Earth Source.

Your palace stood on Flower-Fruit Mountain (a name you chose because owning the entire mountain meant naming rights), where you began cultivating in a mountain-top villa.

Though sometimes at midnight, you worried about copyright issues.

Twelve days passed in a flash.

During cultivation, you suddenly stopped energy circulation. Rising slowly, your aura exploded outward like thunder across the mountain peak as your formidable Source Power resonated intensely.

You had successfully broken through to mid-stage Ultimate Grandmaster Dragon Transformation!

Your combat strength now ranked alongside elite Ultimate Grandmasters like Lin Jingzhi and Li Anlong. In celebration, you circled Flower-Fruit Mountain twice.

Beyond the breakthrough, you were thrilled to have comprehended another Nuo Opera Mask. This second mask allowed perfect concealment - undetectable by even Ultimate Grandmasters unless physically seen. Now you could safely play the lurking predator.

Your comprehension speed with the masks was astonishing. You couldn't understand why someone so upright excelled at these sneaky Earth Source techniques.

"Must be because I'm a genius," you declared confidently.

With seven-eight days remaining before departure, you attempted introductory Nine-Star Pill Refining.

By the seventeenth evening, despite no real progress, you understood why only those with Divine Micro-Vision could become Nine-Star refiners - the precision required surpassed normal vision, needing microscopic-level perception like viewing through a microscope.

Since becoming an Ultimate Grandmaster, your Divine Micro-Vision lasted longer with shorter recovery periods, surpassing mastery to reach unprecedented levels. You realized its strength correlated with mental state, and began compiling methods to enhance it into a manual titled "Mind Evolution Art" - still incomplete but improving.

Accepting no imminent breakthrough in pill refining, you decided to leave three days early. Before departing, you summoned Sang Yi's trio, instructing them to guard the palace and cultivate properly - no more "Three Moonlit Hunks" nonsense.

Understanding your meaning, they promptly stopped sticking their butts out.

You couldn't stand the sight of these idiots another second - you should've let their enemies finish them off, maybe even helped if this were now.

Leaving Wanji Palace... no, Palace of Ten Thousand Dreams, the trio waved goodbye from the mountaintop as you flew eastward at near-escape-velocity.

After six days of furious flying, you entered Eastern Sea waters. Endless blue stretched to the horizon where sea met sky, inspiring poetic urges:

"Ah~!!"

"Colorful clouds and wild ducks fly together!"

"Autumn waters share heaven's hue!"

Floating proudly, you marveled at your literary genius: "If talent were grain, I'd own eight measures while all scholars owe me twelve thousand!"

Suddenly, intense Source Power fluctuations ahead snapped you from self-admiration: "Shit! They're already fighting?!"