Song Yan touched the gemstone pendant hanging around her neck. It had gotten warm when she helped her mother-in-law set her bones. Song Yan knew the pendant was a treasure and possessed a spirit, but she didn't know how to use it. She had examined it carefully under the oil lamp earlier, but the pendant hadn't changed.

Song Yan lost her parents when she was very young and grew up with her grandparents in the countryside. When her grandparents were out working, she would often go alone to the mud-brick house on the edge of the village to play with an old man. That old man could weave everything, from small straw animals to large baskets and carrying containers used in the village. The villagers would ask him to weave baskets and other things, and then trade them with him. He wouldn't be picky about what he traded for. The villagers didn't need many things, and the old man's life was difficult.

Although her grandparents didn't earn much money, Song Yan's parents died in an accident and received compensation. Song Yan's life wasn't too hard. She would secretly bring him food whenever she had it. Even when Song Yan went home for holidays after being admitted to the Traditional Chinese Medicine college, she would bring food to her grandfather. Later, after Song Yan got a job and her grandparents passed away, she would still regularly return to the village to bring food to her grandfather.

Song Yan works at a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in a county-level city. This county is directly under the jurisdiction of the provincial capital. It's almost contiguous with the city center, with a very high population density. Song Yan is very dedicated and responsible to her patients. Gradually, she has a stable clientele. Some patients with better financial means invite her to their homes to prepare medicinal meals for the elderly, which brings in extra income. With her salary and commissions, Song Yan isn't rich in the county, but she definitely lives a comfortable life. She's unmarried and has no boyfriend, so she has no burdens. She never works overtime. When she has time, she visits the old man, who has food, drink, and clothing thanks to Song Yan. When she has more free time, she travels.

But the time Song Yan brought food to the old man, he thanked her. After returning home, Song Yan felt increasingly uneasy; the old man had never said thank you. Some people have a premonition of death. Did the old man sense something was wrong? The third day, Song Yan returned to the village and saw the old man standing by the roadside. She was truly happy that the old man was alright. She didn't say anything, intending to surprise him. Just then, a speeding car hurtled towards the old man. Song Yan pushed him aside, but she was hit and thrown into the air.

Song Yan personally experienced his soul leaving his deformed body. The old man then used the pendant to collect Song Yan's soul.

The old man told Song Yan his story. He was a cultivator who had been cursed by his enemies. He was trapped in the village, destined to be passively fed by others. Food he begged for or bought was like poison. Without food, he could only endure the torment of hunger, though he wouldn't die of starvation. Today was finally his death day, and he would die a decapitated death. For many years, Song Yan had saved him from hunger. As he lay dying, he wanted to thank Song Yan. But Song Yan had saved him today. This broke his enemies' curse, but it also bound Song Yan's soul, preventing him from reincarnating. It meant Song Yan would be a tormented, wandering ghost. The old man, having known him for so many years, couldn't bear to see him suffer like this.

The old man calculated that the time-space portal could be opened at midnight tonight, and he could use his protective magic treasure to send Song Yan to another time-space.

Song Yan felt like she was listening to celestial tales.

The old man said, "Girl, even a book can be a vast world. I'll send you there, and you can live a good life there with my protective magic item."

"What are you going to do if you give this to me?" Song Yan asked.

“I am its master. Wherever you take it, it will protect me. You broke the curse on me at the most opportune moment, which shows that we have a deep connection. This pendant was also sealed by our enemies, but perhaps you can unlock it. Do you see the stone in the middle of the pendant? If you can make it glow red again, I will benefit immensely. I need to send you into this book. You don't have much time left, so read this book!”

Song Yan heard everything the old man said, but that was all she heard; she felt that everything was so unreal.

“Right now, you see it as a book. Once you enter it, it becomes a vast world. You will live in the body of a girl named Song Yan. Yan is the character for woman plus the character for open. See?” After saying that, he shut up.

A book appeared before Song Yan's eyes. On the title page was a line that read: This story is purely fictional.

Even Song Yan didn't have the courage to turn the page!

Old man: "If you dawdle any longer, there won't be any time left!"

Song Yan found information about Song Yan. "What kind of persona does this girl have? Can't we change it?"

"You can't just go wherever you want; everything depends on chance."...

I devoured a book of over a million words in just a few hours…

"Girl, it's time."

"Could you wait a little longer?"

"If you miss this opportunity, you'll be nothing but a wandering ghost..."

Song Yan entered a state of chaos, as if the pendant had sucked her in. When she opened her eyes, Song Yan had come back to life!

Song Yan kept holding the pendant. "Why do you have a fever? Can I still go inside?"

"Ah!" Song Yan couldn't help but exclaim, quickly covering her mouth. She didn't want to disturb Wei Aiguo. Wei Aiguo didn't move, so he hadn't heard. Even more miraculously, Song Yan's body was still lying on the kang (heated brick bed). She didn't know if her consciousness or soul had entered a room of about four square meters. She felt her body was now floating. Calling it a room wasn't quite right; beneath her feet was soft earth, and above her was a square patch of sky.

"If only my own body could come in too." "Ah!" In the dim moonlight, Song Yan's body on the kang (heated brick bed) suddenly vanished. Song Yan's body had entered the room. This wouldn't do; if Wei Aiguo discovered the person on the kang was gone, things would be terrible.

I need to get out of here right away.

The moment this thought crossed her mind, Song Yan fell onto the kang (a heated brick bed). The sound startled Wei Aiguo, who rolled over to look at her, then rolled back over.

Song Yan pressed her wildly pounding heart, determined to stay calm. She would examine the gemstone pendant when she was alone tomorrow. Excited, Song Yan couldn't sleep! As dawn broke, she dozed off for a while…

After breakfast, Song Yan hurriedly tidied herself up and returned to her room. She looked at the teacup in the room, thinking about taking it into her spatial dimension. The teacup vanished right before her eyes. Looking into the pendant's spatial dimension with her consciousness, the teacup was there! Song Yan tried everything in the room. She discovered that anything she could see or touch could be moved into her spatial dimension at will using her consciousness. Things outside her sight wouldn't work. Moreover, she could control the items in her spatial dimension with her consciousness.

Song Yan ran to the backyard and broke off several persimmons, sticking them into the soil of her spatial dimension with forks. Persimmons are hardy; they can even grow from forks. She also picked a strawberry and planted it…