Time passed leisurely. Between being and nonbeing, between sameness and difference, a spark of spiritual light gradually emerged, illuminating the chaos.
"Legend..."
In the unseen, Meng Qi seemed to grasp something and naturally began circulating his True Spirit.
His True Spirit flew through the unseen, drifting without knowing why. It was as though his entire being had become transparent, and as though the road ahead had been illuminated.
Vaguely, Meng Qi sensed a clear resonance from the infinite heights and came to understand many things.
It was said that in the earliest times, all living beings were Legends, dwelling at infinite heights and casting projections into countless worlds. Later, a change occurred. Those projections became Other Selves, while the original self's essence declined along with them, gradually turning them into mortals.
The so-called path of Legend was to reclaim one Other Self after another, elevate one's own essence, and seek a True Self—a state of perfection!
Understanding arose in Meng Qi's heart.
At his side, Karma Threads naturally rose one after another, seemingly the "traces" linking the projections of his Other Selves.
As Meng Qi understood everything, boundless radiance flashed from every point where those Karma Threads connected.
Little Meng on Earth, projected Other Selves across countless worlds, projections throughout past and future—all shone brilliantly. Drawn by the Karma Threads, they whistled over, interweaving and entwining to form a massive lotus platform that held up his figure.
Upon the lotus platform, Meng Qi felt his True Self awakening, his self being liberated, and Legend returning.
His True Spirit was transforming, his physical body was transforming, and the essence of martial arts within his sea of consciousness flowed, perfected itself, and improved.
The Hegemon King he had expected did not arrive, nor did the Demonic Buddha. Everything was peaceful, as natural