What? I bring dungeon to the cultivation world!

[Congratulations to the host for acquiring a Tier 2 species! The database has been updated. The species is now available in the pocket space for dungeon deployment!]

The system's mechanical voice rang out exactly as he expected.

In the same moment, the massive egg flickered once, shimmered faintly, and vanished, gone without a trace, like mist under sunlight.

Liam leaned back slightly as a smile crept across his lips. 

It wasn't the usual cold smirk or faint twitch of the corner of his mouth, this time, it was a genuine smile. 

A fairly genuine smile with that cold face of his. 

One drawn from exhaustion, pride, and the quiet relief of success after days of grinding himself against the edge of fatigue.

Honestly, he thought it would take him a few more months to get here.

He chuckled under his breath, standing from the reclining chair. 

His joints barely made a sound, but his movements carried the heaviness of someone who had been riding a high-stakes wave of pressure for weeks.

"Luck, huh? Maybe just dumb luck." He laughed again, low and dry, then walked toward the edge of the pond.

Stillness greeted him there. 

The water lay undisturbed, like a flawless mirror.

His reflection stared back at him: a striking man with long, silver-white hair cascading past his shoulders, dressed in a pristine white robe that caught the early morning breeze just enough to sway gently. 

His eyes, however, was tinted in a deep red hue, shimmering back faintly.

Liam raised a hand and touched his cheek, watching the reflection follow.

"No more excuses about appearance-preserving pills, then." He muttered with a light breath, the corner of his lips curling slightly as he turned around and made his way back to the chair, robes rustling softly behind him.

Lowering himself into the seat, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, then shifted his consciousness inward.

His divine mind unfolded in silence.

The same mental space greeted him, exactly as he left it: the suspended dungeon sphere floating quietly within the vast emptiness of thought.

Surrounded by the infinite of nothingness all around.

Liam couldn't really make out what's what anymore other than the solitary sphere of floating mass. 

He hadn't touched it since last time. No tweaks. 

No additions. 

It was stable, and quite moderate in size, something he openly admitted to himself.

And that meant he needed to get creative.

The dungeon's outer layer was still untouched, set aside for one of his pending theories.

The farming theory. 

But within the floating mass was the heart of it all, the true dungeon space. 

Smaller than he liked, but just large enough to work with.

Coupled with the extreme darkness. That would help. He could lean into that for an edge, add difficulty through obscurity.

Easy. 

Normal. 

Hard? Probably.

His focus shifted, and for the first time, Liam called up his personal system panel.

A smooth shimmer of blue light filtered into view. The interface was crisp, translucent, and dotted with symbols.

Glowing faintly under the afterglow of the day.

[Dungeon Creation System]

[Name]: Li Am / Liam

[Realm]: Foundation Building Realm[Perfection]

[Lifespan]: 57 / 850

[Universal Essence / Points]: 890

[Dungeon]

Tier 1: 1

[Pocket Space]

Wilden Wolves

Growth Limit: Qi Refining Realm (Peak)Rarity: 0.1Lifespan: 200 yearsSpecial Skills: Blue Claws, Flaming MantleWooden Boar

Growth Limit: Qi Refining Realm (Peak)Rarity: 0.1Lifespan: 300 yearsSpecial Skills: Hardened HideTyphoon Eagle

Growth Limit: Foundation Building RealmRarity: 0.2Lifespan: 700 yearsSpecial Skills: Typhoon Blades, Wind Slash, Typhoon Shield[Permission Level]: 0%

Most of the details were straightforward. Clean. Functional.

But one thing pulled his attention, the way rarity was calculated.

0.1? 0.2?

It wasn't something he'd considered much before. 

The numbers were low, almost too low. 

What kind of scale was this? Was 1.0 the peak? Or was it something more abstract?

Liam frowned slightly but chose not to overthink it for now. 

If the system didn't explain it, then he'd figure it out eventually, one way or another.

With a small wave of his hand, the panel dissolved from view, and his mind retreated deeper into itself again.

The pocket space.

It wasn't far from the dungeon itself, in fact, not separate at all. 

Not truly. 

"How to explain it?"

Liam mulled. 

In a way.

Both were constructs that existed within the fabric of his own divine mind. 

Not physical places, not external dimensions. More like a spatial illusion locked into his thoughts but existed there 

Hard to explain, even harder to define. But it worked.

And now… those three species, his first real companions in this system-built world, floated within it. 

Available to summon and used at any given time. 

Any time he wished.

The three new monsters resting in Liam's pocket space couldn't be seen directly unless summoned, and Liam couldn't see their appearance from here. 

Even without summoning them, Liam could feel their presence in the pocket space. 

And with that, he was several steps away from stepping into a realm most Qi Refining monks could only dream of, the Foundation Building realm.

Still, Liam wasn't the type to be satisfied just feeling it.

If he was going to bound himself to one of the monster, he needed to see it with his own eyes. 

He exhaled slowly, then closed his eyes. 

A faint golden hue shimmered across his body like a veil of dawnlight.

In the next second, he vanished from the courtyard entirely.

When he reappeared, he stood alone on the drifting surface of his dungeon, a floating landmass suspended in an endless, starless void.

The air here was still and unreal. Like time didn't flow properly.

Hands tucked behind his back, Liam strolled across the empty space, boots tapping lightly against stone that barely felt like stone.

"So it is possible to bring my body inside," he mused aloud, glancing down at his own feet.

Then he reached into his storage ring, pulling out a small leather pouch.

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "And foreign items too… perfect."

From the bag, he drew out a spiritual hoe, a clump of softly glowing moss with twitching tendrils, and a sack of seeds. 

He set them aside near a patch of bare soil he'd already marked for farming.

"I'll start planting here later," he muttered, already picturing rows of glowing herbs swaying under artificial skies.

But that would come later.

Right now, his attention shifted toward the pocket space.

"Let's take a look at the monsters first."

His words triggered a response in the air. 

A ripple passed through space itself as if someone was unfolding a sheet of invisible paper, and a glowing portal appeared several meters ahead.

From it, the three Qi monster stepped out.

A massive wolf padded forward on heavy limbs, its fur a shimmering dark blue, thick and wild, with a strange symbol etched like a birthmark onto its forehead. 

It stood over two meters tall at the shoulder, nearly four meters from snout to tail, with eyes that burned faintly like twin embers.

Muscle rippled beneath its coat with every step. 

Its claws left faint grooves in the dungeon stone. A born predator.

On the side, a huge boar, seemingly to be made out of wood with a short green fur covering the body. 

The size was easily twice the wolf on the side, and the tusk at the front gleamed faintly like a sharp blade.

If anything, Liam wouldn't want to be hit head on by this thing.

Liam nodded, though his expression stayed thoughtful.

"A powerful forest hunter and a huge vegetarian, no doubt…" He rubbed his chin slowly. "But not quite the right fit for my first dungeon layout."

He'd need to catch his own monster for that, something more thematic. More specialized for the current dungeon darkness attribute.

"Later… there is one that fits my needs in the wilderness"

Then his gaze shifted.

And the third figure emerged from the portal, a presence that immediately made the space feel smaller.

The Typhoon Eagle.

Seven meters tall at the shoulder, easily towering over Liam. 

Its metallic beak gleamed beneath the dim light, sharp and heavy like a battle-forged halberd. 

Its feathers shimmered with faint light, each one reflecting muted hues of silver and blue.

 Its talons dug into the ground like blades, radiating sheer, blinding and piercing light.

Liam's eyes lit up. "So this is you, huh… Typhoon Eagle."

He chuckled, genuinely pleased, and a glimmer of anticipation flickered through his gaze.

This wasn't just any creature. 

"A Foundation Realm beast… and not just any. Perfected Foundation!"

A breath escaped him, then a laugh followed. "Hah! Now this is what I'm talking about!"

He didn't hesitate.

With a flick of his hand, a glowing sigil peeled away from the eagle's body, an imprint of its core identity, and floated gently into Liam's palm.

The moment it touched him, it vanished.

And then.

Boom.

A surge of overwhelming force exploded within him.

Liam's body jolted slightly, muscles flexing instinctively as powerful energy erupted from his limbs like a coiled beast finally unleashed.

He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing as his spiritual energy surged wildly, his meridians expanding by the breath.

His divine sense, once limited to a few dozen meters, now expanded outward like a tide, sweeping across the landmass, extending far beyond its edges.

His sea of Qi roared to life, now dozens of times larger.

He could feel the eagle's power coursing through him.

His bones creaked, body tempering itself as though forged anew under an unseen hammer. 

Every limb felt weightier, denser, like he was carrying a spiritual weapon within his skin.

"Monstrous…" Liam whispered, clenching his fist tightly.

Then, with a grin, he drove a punch straight ahead.

Boom!

The air shattered under the force, an explosive gust of wind burst forward, kicking up a storm of dust that spiraled into the sky like a miniature typhoon.

But he wasn't done yet.

He lifted his hand, curved his fingers into a claw, and then slashed through the air.

Boom!

A wide arc of green energy burst from his fingertips, stretching dozens of meters like a condensed blade of wind, carving through space with the sharpness of a storm.

He stared at his hand, eyes gleaming.

"I can use the bound monster's skills… as if they were my own."

For the next hour, Liam pushed his body to its limits, testing, experimenting, and adapting to his new strength.

When he finally slowed down, his gaze drifted back to the wolf.

The three beasts stood motionless, loyal and calm, waiting for his orders without a word.

But the dungeon surface wasn't right for them.

"Not here," Liam murmured. "This place doesn't suit him."

With a wave, he sent the wolf and the boar back into pocket space.

Then, after a moment of consideration, the Typhoon Eagle followed.

The dungeon's underground structure wasn't built to accommodate them yet, especially not one of that size. 

And with all the shadows and narrow spaces, it would just be wasted here.

Now came the next step.

He needed more monsters. Unique ones. Fitting for the current dungeon domain.

But the idea of personally hunting them?

Liam clicked his tongue. "Tch. Not my style."

"I could create several Tier 2 puppets now… but the materials, those will be hard to source even if I've got the coin."

Still, his gaze turned with thought.

"And I'll need a farming puppet too. One that can take care of the crops in here while I'm gone."

Simple, efficient.

If Liam had his way, everything in this dungeon would function without him ever needing to lift a finger.

Automation, that was the dream.

And he was well on his way to building it.