Were those people still here? Joyful firelight danced in Wang Xuan's eyes. They had been apart for far too long—his parents, his elder brother, the Mysterious Mobile Phone, Ancient and Modern, Wu Liuji, and the others. It had been over a thousand years since they had last met.
No matter what, that group of Supreme Beings had not died during the Mythical Upheaval. The lingering Dao laws and residual echoes they had left behind after battle were still here. That was the best possible news.
In truth, Wang Xuan simply did not believe that a group of peerless True Saints could suddenly vanish. If even they had all died overnight, then the problem with the Mythical Domain was far too grave.
After nine years, Wang Xuan piloted the Small Boat in the Mist along the route through the Highest Mental World and finally gazed upon the legendary Other Shore.
He estimated that if he took the Real World route, setting out from the depths of space and passing through countless decaying universes, it was impossible to calculate how many long years it would take to arrive.
Only the path through the mental domain, transcending Outside All Worlds, held limitless possibilities.
Of course, that was only true for beings with All-Domain Six-time Limit Breaking. It did not apply to anyone else.
Without the wondrous sight within the Six-time Limit Breaking Misty Realm—the mysterious little boat—if supernatural practitioners traveled far through the Mental World using only their physical bodies, their movements would be obstructed and they would not be fast.
That was because the Mental World was only a realm suited to the passage of primordial spirits.
Before this era came to an end, The Other Shore and the outside world had opened a mysterious shortcut. Otherwise, travel between them would have