Though she had already taken human form, in the Primordial Era, she could be considered to have merely existed temporarily, and her sudden disappearance would go unnoticed like a speck of dust in the vast world.
Yumei didn't leave the desolate mountain. Instead, she found a cave, cleaned it with her magical power and settled down, repeating the cycle every day and night.
In the Primordial Era, time was unfathomable, and cultivation knew no years!
After this period of meditation, when Yumei opened her eyes again, she had already reached the peak of the Earth Immortal realm, which was just one step away from becoming a Heaven Immortal. Although it was still insignificant in the context of the Primordial Era, at least she had a lifespan for cultivation and didn't need to worry about turning into an old woman.
The next phase of her cultivation couldn't be limited to this cave; Yumei had a feeling that the breakthrough opportunity lay outside.
However, as soon as Yumei stepped out of the cave and the sunlight touched her, her spiritual power surged, transforming her back into her true form—an already bloomed, enchanting blue enchantress flower. Petals fell one after another but quickly regenerated, and the newly grown petals had golden patterns and emitted a faint glow, reminiscent of the sunlight that had just shone down.
The entire flower transformed, and Yumei resumed her human form, picking up the fallen petals.
"So, this is what opportunity meant?" Yumei murmured to herself.
Yumei was a flower transformed from wood; sunlight, soil, and water were her primary sources of nourishment. When she initially transformed, she thought she no longer required these things like regular plants, but it turned out she was still dependent.
With a sense of realization, Yumei pricked her finger and tried a spell. A few petals slowly gathered together, a drop of blood fell onto them, and they transformed into a flower, identical to Yumei's original form.
Before this, Yumei had thought about how other protagonists in novels who crossed over often had spatial systems or cheat-like abilities. Yet here she was, in the Primordial Era, with no status, no backing, and no system. But it wasn't that there wasn't any, rather it hadn't appeared yet.
This flower was her companion spiritual treasure, but it had appeared a bit later than she had expected.
With another spell, the flower turned into a ring, which Yumei placed on the finger she had pricked. The small wound on her finger had completely healed, as if it had never bled.
This was the ordinary sunlight of the Primordial Era. Because Yumei hadn't absorbed sunlight for a long time, she encountered a bottleneck during her breakthrough, and that was why sunlight helped her break through. After this instance, this sunlight wouldn't have much effect on Yumei, who was now a Heavenly Immortal. She still needed to continue cultivating to protect herself in the Primordial Era.
After who knows how long, Yumei broke through to the True Immortal realm and once again emerged from the cave.
She had been in the Primordial Era for an unknown period of time; it was time to go out and explore.
With no knowledge of direction, destination, or who to ask, Yumei randomly chose a direction and gave up on flying, walking step by step, observing.
Although she had surpassed the need for ordinary sustenance, as a modern person who had enjoyed various delicacies, she couldn't taste anything for a while. The experience was worse than death. Right after she had taken human form, she lacked self-defense abilities, so she had focused solely on arduous cultivation, suppressing her appetite.
Now, walking the land of the Primordial Era where there were fish and shrimp in the water and birds in the sky, species she had never seen before, still without spiritual energy, they were all ordinary creatures.
How could she not taste them? How could she not do justice to this journey in the Primordial Era?
Hence, Yumei's journey was marked by the act of tasting. Anything unfamiliar, as long as it was confirmed non-toxic, was worthy of a taste. Gradually, she found a variety of flavours. Right now, the liquid she had smeared on a partially cooked bird was actually the juice of a type of fruit.
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translators' notes : WE GOT ACCEPTED ONTO NOVELUPDATES ! here's another chapter to celebrate~
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