Kingdom of Heaven's

Boom!

The space before him trembled violently, and the air around him was filled with an overwhelming, turbulent energy.

A force of resistance radiated from within the space, and before Zhao Lun could react, it thrust him into this very space.

He struggled to regain his bearings and soon realized that he had returned to the hut. He lay on the wooden bed, but in that moment, he felt an unprecedented sensation—something was different.

The world around him appeared clearer, as if some dust had been wiped away from his eyes. He waved his hand, feeling the currents of air shifting around him. Clenching his fist, he swung it forcefully.

Boom! The air exploded, generating a sonic boom.

"Is this my power?" Zhao Lun muttered, as if in a dream, overwhelmed by shock.

"Brother..."

Maria, roused from her sleep, grumbled in discontent, rolled over, and returned to her peaceful slumber.

It was already noon, and the sunlight had emerged outside, the weather had cleared up. Maria's complexion had improved significantly, though she was still asleep. If she woke up, her cold would likely be gone.

Zhao Lun, however, was not concerned about Maria's condition at that moment. His mind was preoccupied with the divine realm he had entered earlier, and more specifically, the chest within. He was anxious about whether the chest had been damaged, or if the treasures inside had suffered any loss.

The chest contained the collection of the gods—losing even one item would be a colossal blow, a loss so immense it could make one's heart bleed just thinking about it.

He longed to enter again, yet he was unable to. New information flooded his mind—this divine realm was undergoing an evolution. The divine realm was reshaping itself, its power was wild and surging, preventing his entry.

After a long wait, Zhao Lun's patience wore thin. He decided to get up and prepare lunch.

Children grow hungry quickly, eating multiple times a day, and their appetites increase with any added physical activity.

Zhao Lun's body, like an insatiable void, was perpetually hungry, constantly craving food far beyond the norm. He hadn't eaten lunch earlier, and with the appearance of the divine realm, his condition had improved, but his hunger had only deepened. He felt as though he could devour an entire cow.

It was already afternoon, so Zhao Lun began preparing the meal. The delicious scent wafted through the air, rousing Maria from her dreams.

The little girl, full of energy and showing no sign of weakness, obediently washed up without needing to be told. She came over to Zhao Lun, took the food he had prepared for her, and began eating.

"Hmm, looks like you're recovering well," Zhao Lun observed, admiring her rosy cheeks. He touched her forehead, which had returned to normal. If she maintained this state, she would fully recover by tomorrow.

"Brother, Maria is already better."

Maria gestured enthusiastically, showing off her health, though she hadn't eaten much. Sick children often lose their appetite and can't taste food, so it's best to offer something like fruit at times like these.

"I know you're better, Maria, but you still need to finish your meal," Zhao Lun said, concerned that her small illness could turn into something worse.

"Okay."

Maria picked at her food, eating with great reluctance.

"Tomorrow, brother will take you to pick some mountain fruit to eat," Zhao Lun said thoughtfully.

"Really?" Maria's eyes brightened, her energy seemingly restored.

"Of course!" Zhao Lun promised.

Maria, ever obedient, agreed readily, and she reluctantly finished her meal.

The "mountain fruits" Zhao Lun spoke of were wild fruits from the hills—black currants, purple berries, kiwi, figs, and wild oranges.

In his memory, there was a small, abandoned hillside far away, where wild fruit trees grew unattended. The trees, along with birds, insects, and animals, made it difficult for the fruit to survive. Even if they managed to pick some, the fruit would often be spoiled or infested with insects. The remaining edible fruit was so sour it was almost unbearable.

This place, far from being a popular destination, was usually avoided by everyone except Zhao Lun and Maria due to the dangerous venomous insects that infested it. A careless slip could lead to them being covered in bites, resulting in itchy, painful rashes that would spread across the body. In severe cases, it could cause fever and even swelling. For the sake of a few spoiled wild fruits, most people would consider it not worth the risk.

The venomous insects were a formidable force, and even in his previous memory, Zhao Lun had avoided this place. Now that the weather had cooled, he assumed the insects would have taken refuge.

For Zhao Lun and Maria, being able to freely pick wild fruit in this season felt like an indulgence—a luxurious treat, even if the fruit was so sour that it made their teeth ache.

"Maria, wipe your mouth."

"You're so mean, Brother, I didn't drool," Maria protested.

"Really? If you didn't drool, then why are you wiping?" Zhao Lun teased.

"Hmph! I'm not talking to you."

The sunlight after lunch chased away the gloomy days of the past few days.

The earth was no longer muddy, and the wind was barely perceptible. They moved the wooden stools and cushions, settled down, and basked in the warm sunlight. The clear, blue sky above seemed to cleanse their spirits, and their moods lifted without them even realizing it.

Zhao Lun and Maria soaked up the sun while waiting for the divine realm's evolution to complete. According to the divine realm's message, there was still one hour left before the evolution finished, at which point he could enter once again.

The sunlight was simply perfect. Both of them grew tired of sitting on the stools, so they moved the wooden bed outside, lying on it to enjoy the warmth.

The sun bathed their bodies in a comforting warmth, and soon Maria fell asleep. Zhao Lun, however, remained half-awake, waiting for the divine realm to finish its evolution.

An hour passed, and Zhao Lun received the notification that the divine realm's evolution was complete. His mind jolted back to full awareness, and he looked over at the sleeping Maria before instantly entering the divine realm.

When Zhao Lun returned to the divine realm, it was almost unrecognizable.

Before him was a closed-off space, smaller than before—only about the size of a basketball court. It wasn't cold nor hot, the air was fresh and clean. The ground was moist, fertile soil that seemed perfect for growing crops.

Within the space were two clear springs, each occupying one side of the area. One spring was jade-green, like a magnificent emerald, with water bubbling constantly, teeming with life. The faint mist rising from it felt like a revitalizing tonic, instantly awakening the spirit. The other spring was deep blue, like a sapphire, with water so clear it seemed almost magical. The mist rising from this spring, too, had an incredible power, invigorating the body and soul.

"Fountain of Life?"

Zhao Lun's mind received a message—these two springs had evolved from the original Fountain of Life. The original fountain had dried up, and the divine realm had returned to its origins, triggering the evolution of the source of life, which led to the formation of these two springs.

However, the springs before him were not yet true Fountains of Life. Only when the two springs merged would they become the true Fountain of Life.

The Fountain of Life, as legend had it, could grant immortality, preserving youth and vitality forever.

Now, split into two, Zhao Lun named the blue spring "Fountain of Magic" and the green one "Fountain of Strength."

The Fountain of Magic could heal the mind, restoring it even from the greatest mental wounds, and prolonged consumption would enhance one's mental faculties and open the path to wisdom.

The Fountain of Strength could heal any physical injury, no matter how severe, and prolonged consumption could change the body's constitution, greatly increasing strength. Originally, Zhao Lun had intended to call them the Fountains of Life, but to distinguish them from the past, he refrained from doing so.

Only when the two springs merged would they become the true Fountain of Life. For now, they did not possess the miraculous powers of their predecessor.

Zhao Lun speculated that these two springs had only just evolved and did not yet hold the power of the original Fountain of Life. Drinking from them would likely provide immunity against certain illnesses and increase one's energy temporarily.

With these two springs, Zhao Lun no longer had to worry about falling ill. A simple drink of water would suffice. His heart swelled with joy, knowing that he would never again have to worry about Maria's health.

Beside the springs stood the chest—the very same one from before, looking as pristine as ever.

The wooden chest was exquisitely crafted, with elegant and solemn carvings on its surface—luxurious yet unpretentious. When Zhao Lun tapped it, the golden, jade-like sound still resonated unchanged.

The carvings on the chest appeared slightly disordered, but Zhao Lun knew that by aligning the patterns correctly, the chest would open automatically.

The patterns were simple—depicting flowing water, split into thirty pieces. The divine realm had provided Zhao Lun with the full image, and as long as he paid attention to detail, it would not be difficult to piece them together. Once the patterns were aligned correctly, the chest would open.

Eagerly, Zhao Lun set to work on fitting the pieces together.

At first glance, the patterns seemed simple, but as Zhao Lun began to assemble them, he realized just how intricate they truly were.

After much effort and several failed attempts, he finally managed to piece the patterns together correctly. Pressing the final piece, a soft glow flashed, and the chest opened with a faint click.

"Ah? Is that all?"

Inside the chest, there were only two brocade boxes.

Although slightly disappointed, Zhao Lun opened them. The first contained a few broken angel feathers, and the second held a small figure, resembling a fairy with delicate, transparent wings.

The feathers were imbued with divine energy, capable of warding off evil.

The small figure was a flower spirit, an expert at cultivating flowers and plants. Even rare species could flourish under her care, transforming into part of a vibrant garden kingdom.

The natural envoy—Flower Fairy.

The angel feathers would protect him from evil, and the flower spirit could help him tend to this space.

"Well, not bad," Zhao Lun murmured.

Looking back at the chest, the carvings had changed again, now forming a new, more intricate pattern.

Ninety pieces—depicting the stars and planets of the cosmos.