When Zhang Chunqiu heard Zhang Buku's words, he couldn't help frowning. He had originally truly thought something had gone wrong in his own cultivation, but after hearing his son say that, his thoughts began to waver.
After cultivating for so many years, he had some understanding of the Great Dao of Karma as well. Could someone truly be trying to scheme against him?
After thinking it over and over, he still decided to lay bare what he had felt.
"Lately, I keep seeing things flying across the sky. Some fall in Zhongtian, some fall toward other realms. I thought something had gone wrong in my cultivation..."
Zhang Chunqiu spoke while thinking. He felt unable to describe his sensations in words, because the so-called seeing was those images surfacing involuntarily in his mind while he cultivated. It was not seen with his physical eyes, nor probed with divine sense; it was more like a fantasy.
Precisely because he felt it was a fantasy, he had not thought much of it.
After Zhang Buku listened, he felt equally perplexed. He reached out and pressed a hand on Zhang Chunqiu's shoulder, then said, "Recall it again. Let me see it with my own eyes."
Hearing this, Zhang Chunqiu nodded, then closed his eyes and began recalling the images he had seen before.
A while passed.
Zhang Buku opened his eyes, his brows locked tight. He likewise could not determine whether or not that was his father's fantasy.
The firmament Zhang Chunqiu had imagined was riotously colored, and the things that flew across it were of all different shapes—like meteors, yet also like peculiar creations. They left Zhang Buku dazzled.
Zhang Chunqiu offered comfort, saying, "Perhaps you're overthinking it. When comprehending the Great Dao, one will inevitably see some images reflected by the Great