"Haaa…" Yan Zaizen emotionally sighed. The feeling of being poor once more felt surreal. After all, he had 'claimed' so much wealth, but now those heavenly crystals weren't that important. However, he couldn't help but accept that.

In the Sirius Titan Realm, ten heavenly crystals were a massive amount that required an arm and leg to gather for sixth-tier forces, but the Paradise Sword Realm likely had dozens if not hundreds of ninth-floor experts, a multitude of gathering formations acting independently, and probably a few Heavenly Creation Realm experts. If so, then the value of heavenly law liquid and crystals indeed would plummet.

This wouldn't even consider how, as time continued to progress in their state, the value would lessen considerably. After all, the heavens weren't going to run out of heavenly essence or aura anytime soon.

Mei could see Yan Zaizen dejection and felt awkward. She didn't know how to comfort Yan Zaizen. She wasn't even sure IF she even wanted to, so she could only take a step back and wait for him to work through it on his own.

"Whatever," taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply, he readjusted his mentality. "Fate is against me…" Yan Zaizen decided not to drag out or waste time. If the Fortune Cemetery had heavenly materials, then he would travel there then.

Initially, he wanted to cultivate to a certain point, but he didn't really have time to waste. A hundred years may sound like a long, long time by mortal standards, but even first-floor Heavenly Cultivators can live one hundred thousand years easily. It was nothing more than a blink.

"I still have my refined physique. If that is affected, then I'll rely on my spacetime laws to flee, no shame in that." Coming to this shameless conclusion unbefitting of a sovereign, Yan Zaizen comforted himself.

"Let's go." No longer waiting, he looked towards the Gate of Heaven. Mei heard his words and felt a little confused. To her, Yan Zaizen was a tourist with a bit of status and nothing more. He couldn't possibly be thinking of entering the Fortune Cemetery, could he?

Yan Zaizen turned towards Mei. Although she was a little annoying with her disregard and disdain, Yan Zaizen was thankful. In truth, she had told him more than anyone else about anything relating to this realm. He felt beyond grateful, but he didn't have anything to offer her in exchange.

"Oh!" Yan Zaizen softly smiled, "do you cultivate the World Law of the Blade?"

Mei's brow rose suddenly, "yes, why?"

"Is it related to the blade concept embedded in the moon?" He pointed up.

"Yes. The Paradisiacal Blade concept is something all disciples have to gain insight into to be accepted into the Paradise Sword Palace." She answered unconsciously, as if it was a well-known fact. In truth, only proving you can gain comprehension into the concept was necessary, not all disciples focused upon it.

"Mhm. I see." He reached his hand out and tapped Mei's forehead with his finger. His finger looked slow, but Mei felt it appear in her vision one moment and then touch her the next. It was as if space didn't exist to this finger.

Frequently, Yan Zaizen resorted to tapping his finger to execute his arts. He used simple motions for overly complex laws. This was how he was, and albeit most would use dazzling moves, he was minimalistic by nature.

The fingertip contained the domain of the Paradisiacal Blade concept. Mei felt her mind whirl, but a strange clarity appeared in her mind.

"I can't give you much, but I can leave this to you."

Yan Zaizen's Paradisiacal Blade concept's avatar within his soul form, which was in the shape of a lone curved blade, intensely flickered. His soul flame wildly danced, wisps of it entered the Paradisiacal Blade concept avatar. These wisps were all of Yan Zaizen's understanding, experiences and memories of the Paradisiacal Blade concept.

As time passed and more wisps entered, the blade avatar started to crystallize.

In the myriad heavens, there was a forbidden technique used to pass down an inheritance. It was incredibly easy to perform, but often no one was willing, except at near death. However, at near death, it was incredibly difficult to succeed due to the frailty of the soul flame at this time, so it wasn't used often.

This was something even the Xiantu Realm's Anima Syndicate had records of. It was that widespread!

It was Heavenly Transference!

By drawing upon every relating essence of a concept in one's soul flame into an avatar, they can crystallize it. This crystal avatar can then be sent into another person's soul, allowing them to ponder and gain from your understandings and experiences as if it was their own.

There was a huge weakness, which was why it often went unused. If used, the user loses all, ALL, their memories and experiences of a concept or law, leaving them completely fresh and new. If it's their main law, the one used for their heavenly shrine, it was the same as crippling one's cultivation.

It was a move only the completely selfless would or could use. Yan Zaizen smiled warmly. Mei may be annoying, but her excitement was somewhat infectious. Not to mention, since fate had put her in his path, he might as well bestow good fortune onto her.

The avatar surged from his soul to his fingertip into Mei's soul. The people watching was startled by the display.

"Is he using the Heavenly Transference?!"

"Crazy! He's still young, yet to step into the Heavenly Path, why would he give his everything to someone else?"

"To throw away your future prospects...he must be in love with that girl. Tch, the rashness of youth." An elderly man shook his head, his eyes flashing with the remembrance of his past recklessness. A smile formed on his lips filled with nostalgia.

The transfer garnered an audience, but it didn't take long for the art to complete.

Mei's eyes regained her clarity as her expression turned awkward, and then shocked. Her gaze towards Yan Zaizen was complex beyond belief! She didn't know how to feel, especially realizing the contents of the crystallized avatar in her soul.

She knew it contained a domain!

She gulped loudly.

Truly left her speechless.

Others may not know of the importance of this, but this was a Domain-level World Law! Not only that, it was the Paradisiacal Blade concept! While outer disciples were those who barely comprehend the concept, inner disciples essentially reached the Force-level, but ALL core disciples entered the Manifestation-level or had some profound status in the sect!

Yet, Yan Zaizen had given her a Domain-level inheritance of a World Law without hesitation! His face even contained a soft, warm smile. In her eyes, his attractive qualities had just increased ten-fold! Despite him already being handsome, good looks were too often seen to matter, so talent was the measurement of attractiveness for those with their eyes high.

Yan Zaizen chuckled seeing the glint in her eyes, "You've earned it." He looked towards the moon in the sky, his eyes blank for a second. He had already re-mastered the Nascent-level of the concept.

While Mei was bewildered, thinking about what she should say or do, a realization hit her. She was only fourteen years old! She was fourteen years old with a Domain-level inheritance to a World Law! As long as she spent a few years, she would instantly reach the Domain-level with Yan Zaizen's comprehensive foundation!

This was why the Heavenly Transference was magical!

While she fiddled in her daydreams, Yan Zaizen had already reached the Force-level. This was a Non-Entity! An existence that could perceive the laws of the heaven like an English scholar could see the mistakes in a fifth-graders essay!

It was only when his law had returned to the minor-Domain level that he exited his comprehension. "If I have an inheritance treasure as a guide, my comprehension reaches a ridiculous level in speed. This legacy treasure is a step above a normal Regalia of the Heavens." Thinking this, Yan Zaizen stepped towards the Gate of Heaven.

Mei only realized that Yan Zaizen had vanished from her side when he reached the Gate. "S-si…" Mei only now realized that she didn't remember Yan Zaizen's name…

Yan Zaizen didn't even look back. He touched the crystal cube. A soft golden light filled with heavenly aura and an ancient quality shrouded him softly. This aura was extraordinary, and Yan Zaizen couldn't help but feel like he was in a father's embrace.

A flash robbed him of his vision, and he felt a lightness of his body, as if he entered zero gravity.

Mei watched as Yan Zaizen vanished, her eyes and emotions were super complex. Clenching her tiny fists, she looked at the spot where Yan Zaizen had left. "I'll pay you back...one day, Big Brother." Her address changed, but if Yan Zaizen heard this, he wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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In the Fortune Cemetery, there was a city. This city was a base of operations, trading station, and rest stop for many cultivators within. It also had rules, such as no fights within or blatant acts of robbery. Top factions publically enforced this within the city.

This city was called the Dusk Zone. This city that was a zone wasn't fancy, with many areas being crude and formed hastily. Yet, it was still an existence that could be considered a 'safe area.'

There was also another key point. It was home of the entryway to the 17th Heaven's Gate of Heaven. There was a black cube standing on its tip at its center. It was incredibly black, so black that it felt like all color was being devoured and kept within. It created an odd visual illusion that could cause headaches for many.

A figure appeared from this cube as if he was pushed out.

Many cultivators, especially those who were watching, honed their focus on this new arrival. However, after a close inspection, their eyes flickered with disappointment while others had malicious intentions that they quickly hid.

This figure was Yan Zaizen!

"...Shit…" Yan Zaizen cursed, lifting up his palm and realizing that the herculean laws indeed was suppressed.