Time flew like an arrow; ten thousand long years slipped by in the blink of an eye.
In a mere ten thousand years, Zhongtian had undergone enormous changes.
For Wushi, there had likewise been no small change. More and more disciples went out to pursue the Immortal Path, and the Wushi Daoist Field grew ever colder and quieter. Yet the continent beyond the Daoist field grew livelier by the day, because more and more living beings were fleeing the mundane world.
Becoming immortal had already become the main theme in Zhongtian, and the ways of achieving immortality had become as varied as flowers in full bloom.
Gu An lived back and forth between the Heavenly Court and Zhongtian, consolidating the insights of perfected Primordial Taiyi True Saint realm.
His understanding of Chaos deepened without cease, and he peered more and more into what lay beyond Chaos. It gave him the feeling of unraveling a mystery, and it was utterly entrancing.
Seeing through true meanings that all living beings could not see and Cultivators could not imagine—even if he told no one—still gave Gu An a sense of accomplishment.
In midsummer that year, cicadas cried through the mountain forest. Gu An sat beneath a large tree, his right hand bouncing a pebble.
The pebble looked utterly ordinary, and there were several more by Gu An's hand.
Yet Gu An's gaze was fixed tightly on the pebble in his hand. Looking closely, the pebble rose and fell with a unique rhythm, as though it were following some kind of order.
In Gu An's eyes, this pebble was no longer a pebble, but a kind of Great Dao, a universe, a heaven and earth.
It could be any existence.
Gu An was thinking of turning it into an existence comparable to the Heavenly