Chen Fei's eyes snapped open. He cautiously looked around, only to see desolation stretching as far as the eye could see.
The cultivators who had been beside him moments ago had vanished without a trace. He had no idea where they had gone. Even Li Song and the others, whom Chen Fei had deliberately kept behind him for protection, had disappeared.
Across the vast land, Chen Fei was the only one left.
The strange words that had echoed by his ears moments ago had also fallen silent, as though everything had been an illusion.
"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao..."
Chen Fei recalled the first sentence he had heard. It did not sound like a cultivation method from the Void Return Realm. Instead, it reminded him of his previous life, that world entirely devoid of the supernatural.
Yet despite having no supernatural phenomena, its history had left behind countless legends of immortal heroes and myths.
According to the mainstream view Chen Fei had known then, so-called immortal tales and mythological legends were merely things ancient people had fabricated out of their yearning for eternal life.
Or perhaps they stemmed from reverence toward nature, imagining that various natural phenomena were governed by special Immortal Gods.
They feared such power, and thus yearned for it.
But was that truly all there was to it?
Chen Fei had not known before. Since he had never seen supernatural power in real life, he had gradually accepted that explanation, at most occasionally thinking of it.
But ever since his soul had inexplicably crossed over to Pingyin County, then journeyed all the way to the Endless Sea, and formed the Xuanyuan Sword through a special soul technique—
Chen Fei's view of his former world had undergone a tremendous shift.
The Xuanyuan