He pondered: “Perhaps, transcendence can be considered from another angle, originating from the highest spiritual world. After all, it has not died out so far.”
Studying from this perspective, he said to himself: “In short, extraordinary origins from people’s hearts?”
But he immediately shook his head. This was just one path, not very perfect or reliable. The source of the extraordinary should be the intertwining of multiple paths and finally its origin.
Wang Xuan’s goal is his hometown in the distance, the old extraordinary center that has lost all its aura and has been abandoned by the source of myth for more than two hundred years.
“More than two hundred years have passed, and the extraordinary life there must have almost come to an end. Alas, I don’t know how many joys and sorrows there will be.”
Wang Xuan shook his head. He had personally experienced that kind of battle in the past and sent away a whole generation. Thinking about it now, he still feels a little sour in his heart.
He went back this time not to pay homage to the deceased or to remember the past, but for the biggest opportunity he could ever encounter in this life.
Long before the Mythical Great Migration, when he set out on the road, he briefly hesitated whether to leave or not.
Now, he was attacked by the fake leader and driven away from the source of myth No. 1, so he could just turn around and go back to find his own most important path.
When he left, he left many traces in that universe, determined the coordinates, and imprinted his own royal runes on the higher spiritual world.
It was expected that just over two hundred years ago, even if the worlds were shifted and the entire universe was changing, the old center could still be found. There were still rules to be found and there was no disorder.
Sure enough, the highest spiritual world is full of crises and all kinds of variables. If he hadn’t been hiding deep in the mist and steering a boat, he might not have been able to get very far.
Big cracks in the spiritual world will occasionally appear suddenly, enough to tear apart the most alien spirit in an instant.
As for the 14-color wonder, it contains infinite murderous potential. If a true saint falls into it, he may be severely injured.
Before Wang Xuan could drive a boat, he once tried to drive in the spiritual world by himself, but found that it was unbearably slow, blocked by the physical body, and was far from being as fast as in the real world.
“Among the true saints, I am probably the only one who can travel quickly, right?” He said to himself.
Then, less than half a year later, he almost had an accident. A mental relic with a terrifying aura was almost hit by him when he was racing a boat at high speed.
“At least this is the spiritual skin shed by the u