A World Beyond the Meteorite Passage

The autumn wind cuts down the yellow leaves, and mosquitoes are not long enough to live. For spring buds and summer insects, the remaining season is their last life.

Three years is not a short time for many people, after all, how many years can one live in a lifetime?

In the courtyard, withered leaves and weeds coexisted, and the furniture and beds in the house were covered in dust. Wang Xuan sat there, motionless, as if he the Vanished in the past three years.

For the past three years, he has been working on his own problems. In the world of consciousness, deep within his body, he discovered that the problem was very serious, and the New Primordial Spirit was strongly rejecting him.

After several encounters, he believed that if the issue was not resolved soon, a completely different version of himself would emerge, which would be even more terrifying than so-called personality disorder.

He never considered having Second Person; if there was a problem, he wanted to solve it completely. Over the past three years, he had used various secret techniques, such as the Great Spirit Coffin Technique and the Void Dao Entrustment Technique...

Long ago, he never imagined that he would become his own enemy, engage in various competitions, and even fight to the death.

In the struggle and mutual hunting, Wang Xuan's Spirit Imprint finally entered his New Primordial Spirit, and he overcame the most difficult step.

The New Primordial Spirit was originally him, and was even stronger. However, at the beginning of his birth, he was somewhat immature because he rejected his past self, and was ambushed by the "old guy".

Wang Xuan's original Spirit Imprint, after entering, did not intend to erase this place; otherwise, his so-called primordial spirit nirvana would have been nothing but an empty dream.

This is a fusion; the New Primordial Spirit opens up and receives the most essential imprint of his life, and the two come together.

The decay within the old primordial spirit, the darkness that declined along with the transcendent, is destined to be discarded and rejected. It will not enter the New Primordial Spirit and will slowly perish on the outside.

In this pursuit, they hunted each other, or rather, merged with each other, which was an elevation and transformation of their "extraordinary selves." For nearly three years, they rose and fell constantly in flesh and blood, in the soil of their lives.

"Did I succeed?" Wang Xuan asked himself. Then, he discovered a problem: after three years of competing for the "extraordinary self," he had sunk beneath the soil of fate.

Since the Mythical Eternal Silence, even his destiny land has changed, becoming like an insurmountable chasm separating the Real World from the Land of Nothingness.

He wondered how he and his New Primordial Spirit had managed to stay connected for the past three years, merging and hunting each other.

He pondered, looked back, and realized he had overlooked all of this. Suddenly, wanting to go back proved incredibly difficult.

But he could vaguely sense the ordinary self above his life earth, and the extraordinary and mythological aspects were all infused into his New Primordial Spirit.

Currently, maintaining bodily functions, the self in the Real World is the self in a state of Great Universe Error Correction.

Three years ago, he made a desperate gamble, and everything about mythology and the extraordinary in his old primordial spirit turned into a torrent, a dazzling light, and disappeared into his New Primordial Spirit.

In the Real World, Wang Xuan also vaguely sensed everything beneath the Earth of Fate. After the essence imprints of the old and new primordial spirits were unified, there was no longer any sense of alienation or confrontation.

"I've clearly undergone Nirvana, and the old and new primordial spirit imprints have merged into one, so why is it still like this? It seems like we're still separated at opposite ends of the life realm." He pondered.

There should only be one him now; it shouldn't be like this.

He remained silent, contemplating for a long time, and gradually came to a clear understanding that there was indeed only one him.

"I am on the land of destiny, and I contemplate everything beneath it, where myths can be born."

"Or is it that I am inherently under the influence of the Earthly Branch of Fate, and although my thoughts and feelings can be integrated into my body, I cannot project mythology into reality, and am thus suppressed by the Great Universe Error Correction?"

He muttered to himself, finding it quite strange, because no matter how you looked at it, there was nothing wrong with it.

Reality is reality, and mythology is mythology. The Destiny Earth separates reality from mythology. His current state is that he cannot break through the Destiny Earth and cannot bring out the extraordinary.

He wasn't worried. He could connect with the Earthly Branch of his destiny and freely travel between the two places back then, so he should be able to solve this problem in the future.

Instead, he began to ponder another question: above the Destiny Earth is reality, below the Destiny Earth is mythology, so where does he come from?

Are the so-called nothingness and reality, the two sides of ourselves, the ordinary self and the self with Supernatural Power, reflecting each other?

Then, Wang Xuan set off, disappearing rapidly amidst the light spots, heading deep into the Land of Nothingness, wanting to see how the meteorite passage was doing now.

On his journey, he stopped at the Immortal Pool. The silver immortal liquid nourished several celestial herbs without any change. However, after pausing, when he cleansed himself with the silver immortal liquid, he found that the effect was far less pronounced than before.

"Is this place also affected?" He stood there for a long time. In the Real World, supernatural phenomena were becoming increasingly difficult to manifest, and the Land of Nothingness was also affected to some extent.

At the same time, he noticed that after arriving here, his image in the Real World became increasingly hazy and blurred regarding everything about mythology.

In the Real World, the sleeping Wang Xuan felt as if he had experienced a dream, and the extraordinary was fading away.

He could sense that the outside world was covered with withered leaves and snowflakes were falling from the sky; it was another cold winter, and he knew that he had been asleep for nearly three years.

In the Land of Nothingness, Wang Xuan set off again, approaching the Meteorite Land. Three years later, he returned to this place and still felt the scorching heat, with Red Substance falling everywhere.

However, the extreme high temperature and the Red Mist that resembled a celestial catastrophe seemed to have decreased in intensity compared to before.

"Is this the result of suppression by the Great Universe, or is the so-called error correction actually starting here and affecting the Real World?"

Wang Xuan "tested the law" by entering the meteorite passage. Even though he was covered by Red Substance and There Are Supreme Treasures to protect him, he could temporarily withstand it.

A thought stirred within him: could he finally reach the finish line in one go this time?

As he charged upwards, he had the illusion that time was constantly passing by, as if a long time had passed. He approached the demonic flower, which remained silent and did not attack him.

"Sure enough, the Red Substance that could burn powerful primordial spirits has weakened." After making his way here, Wang Xuan felt that he was fine and could still move forward.

Wang Xuan entered the sea of Red Mist. His light was burned, and his primordial spirit felt intense pain, but he was still able to endure it.

In the past, he had to hide in the Nurturing Life Furnace to get here, but now he has returned to this place on his own without using any treasures.

"The destructive Supernatural Power has declined rather drastically, but it is precisely because of this that I have the opportunity to explore its source."

Above the meteorite passage is a vast red ocean with real, sparkling grains, not limited to red, but also containing a small number of colorful real crystal fragments.

Wang Xuan wondered, if it corresponded to mythology, that would be one thing, but if it corresponded to the human body, could this red Misty Sea be related to blood?

He set off again, the terrifying concentration of energy increasing ever more intense, becoming increasingly frightening, and he once again experienced the near-burning sensation he had felt before.

But he had a feeling that if he could hold on, he might be able to break through the sea of Red Mist and see a brand new world, so he gritted his teeth and moved forward.

At this moment, he felt a pang of longing for the treasure. If he had one in his hand, he would most likely be able to glimpse the secret of the True Source.

"Hold on!"

He was in a life-or-death situation, and could capsize and lose his life at any moment.

Suddenly, he was startled. What was that?

"A piece of land submerged in the sea?"

In the sea of Red Mist, a scene appeared, unlike anything seen before. It was a piece of land, or perhaps an island.

But it wasn't on the sea surface; it was submerged by Red Substance, where a faint halo enveloped the area, which wasn't small.

Wang Xuan was stunned. This discovery left him speechless for a long time. He stared Death Zone at the spot, which was indeed an island shrouded in radiance.

This extraordinary sight was not an illusion; he captured it with his Spiritual Heavenly Eye and felt it was incredibly real, which overturned many of his previous assumptions.

"Approaching the true source, an island appeared, submerged beneath a sea of Red Mist. What exactly is this place?"

Wang Xuan endured excruciating pain and immense pressure to approach the target, wanting to see clearly and understand thoroughly.

Finally, even with the Light Mist obscuring the view, it became clear that it was indeed an Island of Life, lush and verdant, teeming with vitality, with plants and volcanic eruptions.

However, those plants appeared to be formed from energy.

"Someone?!" Wang Xuan was startled. He saw a figure flash by and disappear into the lush greenery; this was no illusion.

What's going on here? Isn't the Land of Nothingness a private rear area that everyone has on their own?

Wang Xuan stood amidst the sea of Red Mist, surveying the area with a surge of emotions. Based on his instinctive intuition, he was certain that this was not the work of the demonic flower.

He arrived at the island that had sunk in the sea. Once there, the danger of the Red Substance intensified, to the point that he could hardly bear it anymore.

The island was quiet, but not lifeless; it exuded a vibrant sense of life. He lightly touched the misty Light Mist, and his primordial spirit was able to enter it.

The Red Substance in the "sea" was unbearable for him, but the island was incredibly peaceful. He went inside in an instant, and the feeling of being burned to death immediately subsided.

The light spots shifted, and he stood on the island in his primordial spirit form. No longer threatened with death, he was completely at ease.

The island was enveloped in soft light, keeping the Red Mist sea outside, but not preventing him from entering.

Red maple trees, golden ginkgo trees, verdant pine trees... all kinds of beautiful scenery, all transformed from Super Material, with silver Immortal Waterfall flowing down from mountains formed from black energy, and in the distance, volcanoes surging with red lava.

Soon, he spotted people again, living in huts in the mountains. There were also Thatched Hut on the distant mountains, where some people lived, which he could roughly see.

"It's not an illusion, not a mirage. Who are they, or what kind of life forms are they? It can't be a real world, can it? Have I just entered the Supernatural Universe?" Wang Xuan carefully sensed the surroundings. The creatures didn't look over, and he didn't sense any danger. It felt like a peaceful New World. He cautiously stepped towards the island.