The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 335. Taking a short Break from Abyss Journey

Meanwhile, far away from the Abyss Hunters, Tyler and the others had already stepped through another spatial passage. The moment they crossed over, the stifling darkness of the Abyss was replaced by the brilliance of open skies and verdant landscapes.

Fresh green mountains stretched into the horizon, their peaks kissed by misty clouds. Birds soared freely in the sky, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of pine and blooming wildflowers. The group stood at the edge of a forest overlooking a wide river, its crystal-clear waters glinting under the sunlight.

"Did we leave the Abyss?" Mathilda asked, her voice laced with relief and awe as she looked around at the breathtaking view.

"We’re probably in another world altogether," Tyler replied, pulling a compact, intricate device from his storage ring. It resembled a compass fused with several glowing crystals and rotating rings. He pointed it toward the spatial crack still shimmering behind them, taking readings as the device pulsed with faint lights.

After a few moments of analysis, he frowned slightly. "This spatial passage isn’t stable. The connection to the Abyss is weak and fluctuating—could collapse at any time."

Tyler eyes still fixed on the readings. "We should stay in this world for a while. Let things settle. Also..." He turned toward the crack again, "It doesn’t seem like any Abyssal creatures managed to slip through with us. That’s good."

With a sharp glance, Tyler turned toward one of the Grandmasters. "Stabilize this spatial passage. Anchor it temporarily with your domain. If anything tries to come through—kill it on sight. Since we are staying in this world as uninvited guests we should atleast do a small favour."

The Grandmaster nodded firmly. "Understood."

Satisfied, Tyler scanned their new surroundings. His gaze fell upon a serene stretch of land by the riverbank—a perfect place to rest and regroup.

He raised his hand, and from his storage device , a small, ornate object shaped like a miniature palace appeared in his palm. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed it toward the ground.

The moment it touched the earth, the object pulsed with light and rapidly expanded, unfolding like blooming lotus petals. In mere seconds, it transformed into a majestic castle—tall spires, intricate carvings, shimmering banners, and a courtyard surrounded by protective barriers. The palace radiated an aura of elegance and defense, clearly inscribed with multiple arrays.

The girls looked at it with wide eyes.

"Why the castle though?" Mathilda asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don’t know what kind of world is this nor which era this world is," Tyler said with a casual shrug. "So Lets try to be mysterious power if locals of this worlds finds us." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The others chuckled, though they were visibly impressed.

"Let’s go inside and rest," Tyler said, gesturing toward the castle entrance. He then turned to the remaining Grandmasters. "Take shifts protecting the palace and monitoring the spatial passage. Maintain a tight formation and stay alert. If something crawl out of Abyss, I want it dead before it takes a step."

"Consider it done," one of them replied, already moving to take position.

The group entered the castle, welcomed by warmth and comfort. The interiors were lavish—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, velvet drapes, and rooms enchanted with temperature regulation and soundproof barriers. It wasn’t just a temporary shelter; it was a fortress disguised as luxury.

The girls dispersed to freshen up and relax, while Tyler moved to a spacious balcony overlooking the river. He leaned on the railing, taking a deep breath. The fresh air felt rejuvenating after days surrounded by the suffocating aura of the Abyss.

Mathilda soon joined him, holding a cup of herbal tea she’d brewed in the palace’s kitchen.

"What are you gonna do?" Mathilda asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Tyler didn’t respond right away. He remained still, his gaze fixed on the shimmering ripples of the river beyond the balcony. The golden light of the setting sun bathed the valley in warmth, but his eyes were distant, reflective.

"I’m going to cultivate," he finally said, his voice calm but resolute.

Mathilda nearly choked on her tea.

"Prrrrr—!" She sputtered, a startled sound escaping her lips as she spilled some tea down her chin. "Wait, what?! You—cultivate?"

She stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide as if he’d just announced he was going to grow wings and fly.

"I’ve never seen you do that before," she said incredulously, wiping her mouth with the sleeve of her robe. "Seriously, you? Cultivate?"

Tyler turned his head slightly and gave her a subtle, amused glance. "Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen."

"I’ve lived with you for years, and I am pretty sure I almost never seen you do that." she quipped.

Before Tyler could reply, a sudden shimmer in the air caught their attention. Mana appeared silently beside him, as if space itself had gently released her.

"Mana," Tyler said, extending his hand without looking. "The thing."

Without a word, Mana reached into thin air and retrieved a box from her spatial storage. The moment she opened the lid, a sudden wave of pressure washed over the balcony like a tidal force.

Even Mathilda, seasoned and powerful, instinctively tensed. Her brows rose high in surprise, the aura from the box pressing against her senses.

"What is that?" she asked, peering into the container. Her eyes widened the moment she saw what was inside—a small chunk of crimson-streaked dragon flesh, still glistening with vitality, and a vial of thick, shimmering golden blood.

The essence inside the vial pulsed with power, each beat releasing faint shockwaves that made the very air hum.

"That’s..." Mathilda leaned in closer, her alchemist instincts kicking in. Her expression shifted from curiosity to outright fascination. "That’s a dragon’s blood essence... and that flesh... it’s from an Azure Dragon, isn’t it?!"

Tyler nodded casually, as though it wasn’t a big deal. "Remember when Raptor was fighting us? I secretly sent Mana ahead. I told her to snatch some materials while the chaos was still fresh. Took a piece of dragon flesh and essence before they could burn everything."

Mathilda’s breath caught in her throat. "That Azure Dragon essence... it’s legendary. Just a drop of that could evolve someone’s meridians... If I can make some Potions ....." Her eyes shined.

"Yeah, yeah," Tyler replied nonchalantly, already turning to go inside. "Take a closer look if you want. Just don’t drink it."

Mathilda rolled her eyes, still captivated by the sheer potency of what she was seeing.

Mathilda and Mana followed Tyler as he walked into the cultivation chamber of the palace. The room was circular, its walls etched with flowing runes that glowed softly with arcane light. In the center, Tyler placed the box on a raised stone altar, surrounded by activation arrays and spirit-absorbing formations.

He then took out his copper pot, placed the box in it.

Mathilda stepped beside him, eyes still sparkling with intrigue. "Yeah... Give me a hundred of those box... I have to do experiments."

Tyler smirked and casually reached into the pot , pulling out another box. He tossed it toward Mathilda, who caught it with practiced ease.

Mathilda’s grin lit up her whole face. She opened the box —it contained another chunk of Azure Dragon flesh and a smaller vial of the golden blood essence.

"If you want more, just take it," Tyler said with a shrug, pulling out another box from the copper pot. Then another. Then another.

Mana raised an eyebrow. "You used copper ladle and make the copies faster. Why are you doing one by one?"

"It’s been a while since I used it like this." Tyler said with a faint smile. "I still remember how I copied ’Never Melting Ice’ just to upgrade my meridians."

Mathilda was still giggling to herself, unable to contain her excitement. She moved toward her own section of the chamber, setting up her alchemy tools. "I’m going to refine this into experimental pills. High-level cultivation boosters, maybe even essence restoration draughts, Temporary Dragon transformation Potion,.... Oh, the possibilities..."

Then Tyler began setting up an array on the floor, his hands moving swiftly as glowing runes formed in the air and etched themselves into the stone surface.

"What is this?" Mana asked, tilting her head curiously as she observed the intricate formation.

"Well, since I already have a dragon bloodline, it’s easier for me to absorb this dragon blood essence," Tyler replied while continuing to inscribe the array. "But the problem is, it would take at least twenty years to fully absorb just one box of essence naturally."

Mana raised a brow. "Twenty years?"

Tyler chuckled. "Yeah. Way too slow for my liking."

He activated a few more symbols, the array now pulsing faintly with energy. "These arrays will accelerate the process. I’ll only be able to absorb about one percent of the dragon blood essence using this method, but it’s much faster—no need to wait decades."

He glanced at her with a smirk. "And honestly, quantity isn’t really a problem for us."

Mana folded her arms and nodded thoughtfully.

"Your job is simple," Tyler added, handing her the copper pot that contained the box of dragon essence. "Just refill the array with dragon blood essence whenever it runs out."

Mana accepted the pot and looked down at it. "Understood."

Then she looked back at him, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "What realm will you reach after finishing this cultivation?"

Tyler paused for a moment, then gave her a faint, mysterious smile.

"You’ll see."