Wang Xuan pondered the future. Where should he go? By accident, he and a Six-time Limit Breaking Supreme Expert had fiercely "fought their way out" of the Mythical Center, and now he was actually homeless.
If there had been a choice, who would willingly leave their homeland? On Chaos Cliff, whenever he could not sleep, he could ask Shou about all sorts of questions regarding the supernatural path.
Now, supernatural power across all heavens seemed to have gone out, leaving behind decay and darkness. Where could he go?
"Staying soaked in the water is no way to live. When can I board the boat, sit on it drinking tea, and read true scriptures?" Wang Xuan climbed out of the water and stood on the shore.
The little boat had given him a pleasant surprise. It was unimaginably fast, capable of shaking off the pursuit of a Supreme Being, but the process had been miserable. His body was dripping wet.
Wang Xuan pulled the 15-Colored Strange Bamboo from behind his life soil, soaked it in the lake water for a moment, then planted it by the shore. He found that its vitality remained rich and abundant.
"The lake water truly is extraordinary."
For a moment, he was lost in thought. One day, if he used the 15-Colored Strange Bamboo as an oar, steered the little boat across all heavens, pierced through ancient and modern times, and sailed to the Land of Truth—that would be a true Great Carefree Journey.
"Things aren't bad now either. I can travel far, and I can also roam physically from here. Combined with the special spiritual roaming already possessed by the Six-time Limit Breaking Domain, I can capture the Dao resonance of other Great Universes. The road ahead holds promise."
Then he began to worry. Where