Wang Xuan broke free from the Highest Mental World. He did not enter the corresponding Mysterious Universe, but instead escaped from the Chong Universe and stood at the end of the void and silent deep space.
He truly sensed the abnormality here. Among the layered universes, some had completely decayed, broken beyond repair. It was not limited to the Supernatural Domain—even the present world had reached the end of the meaning of its own existence. Other universes brimmed with vigorous life, their stars shining brilliantly within, as though they had only just been born.
"Supernatural power, and even universes—birth and death are impermanent; gathering and scattering are not for people to decide."
Wang Xuan stood in the Void and Silence Land. Those dead universes and those newborn worlds appeared together like rubble and fireflies, like ink wash gradually fading from an ancient mottled painting.
He was ready. He was about to climb the most important mountain on the supernatural path and undergo a transformation in the highest realm of life's hierarchy.
"Having come to a place like this, surely no one will come block my path when I advance toward True Sagehood?" Wang Xuan swept his gaze across the deep space.
In truth, he wanted to verify some things. Having left the "central region" where the 6 Great Supernatural Sources lay and arrived in a region where even the Great Umbrella of Eternal Silence had become completely blurred, as if it had already dispersed, did the trajectories of the Dao still operate here?
For instance, heavenly tribulations, the one and only Dao, the principles followed during the era of eternal silence—did all of that still apply?
It was precisely to investigate these matters that Wang Xuan traveled another twenty "Primordial Spirit years," steering the Small Boat in the Mist of