Staring at the fireball in his hand, Emily Thompson was filled with emotion.

Although it was just a small fireball spell, it was still a real spell—something he could only see as special effects in movies and TV shows before.

Over the past three days, Emily Thompson had absorbed quite a bit of memory. He had come to realize that these were two completely different worlds. This world had no cars or airplanes, no rockets or spaceships, but it did possess a mysterious power that science could not explain.

With this power, summoning wind and rain, soaring through the skies and burrowing into the earth, moving mountains and filling seas—these were not just fantasies, but things that could truly be achieved. Moreover, the original owner of this body was a cultivator, though his cultivation was pitifully low, having just stepped onto the path of cultivation.

The lingering memories told him that three days ago, the original owner of this body had failed in a forced breakthrough, resulting in his death and the dissipation of his soul. At the same time, Emily Thompson from another world also died for some reason, and his soul inexplicably arrived in this body.

There were too many memories in his mind that did not belong to him, and it would take quite some time to fully digest them. Over these three days, Emily Thompson had only integrated a portion, including this little spell that could conjure a fireball out of thin air.

Emily Thompson tossed the small fireball back and forth between his hands, playing with it gleefully.

As time passed, the fireball in Emily Thompson's hands quickly shrank, and after flickering stubbornly a few times, it finally extinguished completely.

At the same time, Emily Thompson felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and he leaned weakly against the tree behind him.

The strength of this body was truly pitiful. A most basic fireball spell, after just a short while, could drain his body completely. Yet in Emily Thompson's memories, some top-level experts could turn an entire city into a sea of fire with a mere gesture.

“Emily Thompson, what are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you for ages…”

A familiar voice came from behind. A young man walked over quickly, handed Emily Thompson a steaming bun, sat down casually beside him, hooked an arm around his shoulder, and said, “Don’t be too upset. Over ninety percent of cultivators never reach Foundation Establishment in their whole lives. Living as a mortal can be pretty enjoyable too. Just wait for me to inherit my father’s throne, and I’ll make you a king…”

The young man beside Emily Thompson was named William Clark, his best friend at Baiyun Temple. There were over a hundred disciples at Baiyun Temple, but only William Clark was this close to him. William Clark was the crown prince of a small kingdom. It sounded impressive, but in Baiyun Temple, there were at least eight or ten princes from such small countries.

Where they were was the territory of the Daoist sects. Here, all countries, big or small, depended on the major sects for survival.

The reason Emily Thompson and William Clark were close was, first, that they were both quite handsome, and second, that they were both rather mediocre.

The two had been cultivating at Baiyun Temple for over a year. Among nearly a hundred disciples, some had already succeeded in gathering qi, but Emily Thompson and William Clark were still at the stage of drawing qi into their bodies.

If, after three more months, they still couldn’t gather qi, they would have to leave Baiyun Temple and fend for themselves.

William Clark could inherit a throne after leaving the mountain, but Emily Thompson would become a wandering cultivator. Without the support of a sect, a wandering cultivator’s achievements were very limited—he might spend his whole life stuck at the Qi Refining stage.

Behind Baiyun Temple was Kunlun, one of the top ten Daoist sects in the East. If one could enter the Kunlun Sect, at the very least, Foundation Establishment would be guaranteed, and one’s lifespan could extend to over two hundred years.

William Clark’s comfort warmed Emily Thompson’s heart, but his dream was not to become a carefree prince.

In his previous life, he sacrificed himself for the greater good.

In this life, he wanted to live only for himself.

In such a mysterious and fantastical world, a true man should gaze at the blue sea by day and the dark mountains by night, soar through the heavens and dive into the earth, slay demons and vanquish evil—this was every man’s most romantic dream.

Emily Thompson patted William Clark on the shoulder and got up to leave.

William Clark saw his resolve, sighed softly, and said, “Fine, I won’t try to persuade you anymore. Anyway, the prince’s seat will be waiting for you. You can take it whenever you want…”

As Emily Thompson’s figure gradually disappeared, he called out again, “Hey, remember not to leave the temple alone these days. I heard Elder Harris say that demonic cultivators have been spotted at the foot of the mountain lately…”

Emily Thompson waved his hand behind him, indicating that he understood.

In his mind, he was gradually digesting the memories of Baiyun Temple disciple Emily Thompson, and had gained a preliminary understanding of this world. Besides the Daoist sects of the Eastern Lands, there was the Buddhist Kingdom in the Western Regions, the Demon Court in the Southern Border, the Demonic Sect in the North, and the Central Imperial Dynasty. It was said that across the vast seas, there were other lands as well…

Although these major powers each dominated their own territories, they did not always keep to themselves. To compete for cultivation resources and other interests, conflicts were frequent. Both the Daoist and Demonic sects claimed to be the true orthodox path, and over thousands of years, their grudges had run deep.

But none of this had anything to do with Emily Thompson.

For him now, the most important thing was to succeed in gathering qi. Only then would he have a chance to be chosen by the Kunlun Sect and go further on the path of cultivation.

After returning to his quarters, Emily Thompson took off his shoes and got onto the bed. Following the guidance in his memories, he sat cross-legged, palms and soles facing upward, and began to guide the spiritual energy from the surrounding void into his body.