Chen Ze continued immersing himself in the ancient tome, doing his utmost to piece together a complete picture from those blurred, fragmented words.
As his research deepened, he gradually realized that the ancient tome seemed to conceal secrets concerning spatial rifts as well.
During the great upheaval of heaven and earth in the primordial era, the appearance of spatial rifts had not been entirely without pattern.
These rifts seemed to resonate at specific locations and moments, thereby forming a special kind of passage.
However, the ancient tome did not clearly mention where the other end of those passages led.
After all, not a single cultivator who entered the rifts had ever returned.
What exactly lay within those rifts was impossible to know.
Still, a bold conjecture surfaced in Chen Ze's mind.
"If the rifts recorded in the ancient tome are connected to the Spirit Realm, then these passages may be the key to linking the Xuantian Continent and the Spirit Realm."
"Unfortunately, this ancient tome is severely damaged, and its records are not detailed enough to prove that it is definitely connected to the Spirit Realm."
Chen Ze gently closed the ancient tome and let out a faint sigh, his mind continuously turning over the matter.
"Since the ancient tome mentions that spatial rifts resonated at specific locations and moments during the primordial era, forming passages, perhaps we can investigate from that angle.
Even if the ancient tome does not indicate where those specific locations were, if they once existed, they must have left behind traces somewhere.
Just like this ancient tome. Since someone recorded it, there was no guarantee that others had not discovered similar signs and recorded them as well."
At that thought, Chen Ze stirred his mind and sensed Shen Wansan's current location.
Shen Wansan, who should