Final Chapters: The Severely Insomniac of the Eternal Silence Period Returns to His Homeland

The deep space stretched boundlessly, void and silent. It seemed that all worlds had perished, all things as if dead. Everything he saw resembled a kingdom of the dead, scenery long vanished.

Wang Xuan was on the road. This was a journey that belonged to him alone.

One universe after another lay scattered by the roadside like rotten leaves, devoid of vitality and dim.

At the very least, in the eyes of Supernatural Practitioners, All Heavens and Myriad Worlds were no longer as they had been. In this era when Eternal Silence had arrived, not a trace of Mythical Light still shone.

In the past, there would always be places emitting faint firelight. Now, as far as the eye could see, Endless Deep Space and countless universes had all fallen silent.

"Unable to return home and forced to leave—who exactly was that short-haired, flat-topped man?" Wang Xuan steered his boat across one pitch-black region after another, passing through multiple universes.

The journey was too quiet. No one accompanied him, no one spoke with him. He could only talk to himself to distract his attention.

At first, it was fine. Even ordinary people could endure it for a while. But later, after years upon years without seeing the light, even Supernatural Practitioners seemed on the verge of "turning dark."

"No wonder those creatures who have lived through so many eras are all so deranged. After enduring dozens of eras of night and cold winter, even someone without mental issues can easily develop mental problems."

While traveling, Wang Xuan occasionally docked in the sea of deep space, "coming ashore" near certain Great Universes. Then he took the path through the Highest Mental World and descended into a universe that caught his eye.

He could not travel through the Real World. He could