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Wang Xuan was quiet and soundless. After an intense battle, he had been subjected to the uniquely terrifying radiation of the "Dao." He was exhausted beyond measure, dragging his weary body home, wanting only to sink into the deepest slumber—a "Mythological Hibernation" lasting dozens or even hundreds of epochs.
Yet his instincts, his All-Domain Six-time Limit Breaking perception, sensed an anomaly at the final instant when the battle ended. Perhaps an opportunity lay somewhere far away, waiting for him to explore it.
After a brief spell of drowsiness, his spirit wandered away. No one in the present world could sense his departure; his spiritual domain instantly traveled afar and manifested once more in the Real Land.
Devastation filled his sight: scorched earth, the Disaster Lord's blood, a few petrified remnants of the Dao Lord's bones after all life had left them, and the lingering echoes of the final wondrous spectacle, all winding through the boundless land.
After the Ancient Pass exploded, it had not left behind overly grand ruins. Nearly everything had been destroyed.
The Sole Dao was silent and dim, temporarily no longer radiating all kinds of Great Dao substances—that is to say, different heavenly disasters.
Wang Xuan arrived there and traced some inexplicable mark that had transcended the fate of mythology. He remained still for a long time, until it seemed as though hundreds or thousands of years had passed before he sensed something and stepped forward.
At his level, there was little difference between his Primordial Spirit and true body. He started walking ahead, breaking through fixed spacetime and entering other dimensions.
Great Dao Grids rose and fell here. They were highly unusual, and