Chapter 1301: Three Thousand Great Worlds
Boom!
Fang Han's heart suddenly exploded, and for an instant, it felt as though his entire head had burst apart.
Fang Han only felt his mind plunge into an abyss. Within the endless darkness, light and shadows seemed to flow. In an instant, he no longer knew where his consciousness had gone.
It was as though he had arrived in another world.
It was a world without the immortal path, without longevity. Countless people diligently sought a lifespan, yet even one hundred and fifty years was the limit. There were no divine abilities, no magical treasures.
In a daze, he seemed to see a youth cultivating martial arts, practicing the Daoist Sect's breathing techniques, battling powerful enemies across the land, and achieving an indestructible vajra body.
In a world destined to know no immortality, he remained in the world without dying, like a god, like a Buddha.
It seemed like an instant, yet also like millions of years. The darkness faded away, and light illuminated the sea of his mind.
Looking closely, there was only that pair of eyes—bright as stars and moon, deep as the sea, lofty as the heavens.
"This is..."
Fang Han slowly came back to his senses, his mind still trembling.
When he looked up again, he was still inside the Black Turtle Pavilion. People continued to stream past him, but where were the youth and those eyes? Everything felt like a dream.
Yet he knew that it had absolutely not been a dream. In that instant, he had truly seemed to experience another cycle of reincarnation!
His palm sank slightly, and only then did he discover that he was holding a heavy piece of black wood, weighing thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of pounds.
"A World Tree fragment?"