After listening to Yi He recount his experiences and thoughts, Qu Jianlei's first reaction was to raise a hand and calculate.
He was deeply worried that Yi He had been tainted by the aura during Master of the Pot's Assimilation into the Dao.
Otherwise, how could he have sensed a familiar aura? That seemed impossible.
Qu Jianlei had personally experienced the might of Assimilation into the Dao. That kind of overwhelming power could truly make one despair.
And he did not dare underestimate the abilities of the Soul-Splitting Realm in the slightest—some unfathomable methods might be beyond anything he could even imagine.
During the calculation, he sensed no danger, and the divination signs were good.
Still, he did not dare relax. He took out the seashell and performed another divination, finally confirming that Yi He was still Yi He! Only then did he completely set his mind at ease and turn to the other man's question: a familiar world aura?
He was unfamiliar with such matters and did not know much about the origins of those small realms.
But without a doubt, if what Yi He had said was true, it was something terrifying to contemplate.
Could a Middle Thousand World be refined into a small realm? From the perspective of the Tech-Side, the possibility was low. The conservation of energy and matter was still a fundamental law.
But in the Cultivation World, that was hard to say. The scattered fragments one saw everywhere could not be explained by Tech-Side knowledge.
Besides, the heaven-shaking methods possessed by Great Experts of the Cultivation World were not something a mere Nascent Soul Realm cultivator like him could fathom.
Qu Jianlei wanted very much to stop thinking about it. It felt like needless worry—so what if he figured it out? There was nothing