"Can I ask anything?"
"Anything."
After his divine power returned, his reason quickly followed. Zhao Xing calmly sat down at the table and asked his first question.
"Where is this place?"
"Ten Directions Mountain, of course."
"What time is it?"
"There is no time here. It exists independently of time. Of course, you cannot stay for long."
"Are you dead or alive?"
"That depends on how you define life and death." The Fourth Sect Master spoke leisurely. "I have no conventional body and occupy no weight in the world."
"I do not enter the River of Time, nor do I appear in the world beyond the mountain."
"I am neither alive nor dead, neither human nor object. I have no self and no form."
Zhao Xing was somewhat bewildered. "Then what exactly are you?"
The Fourth Sect Master said calmly, "I am a prisoner of the universe, and a slave of fate."
Mystifying. Too damn mystifying.
Zhao Xing disliked fate masters because most of them could not speak properly and loved talking in riddles.
He stopped dwelling on it and immediately changed the subject. "Then am I still alive? I mean truly alive, the kind with flesh and blood."
"Of course. Your soul is merely roaming the Mountain Cosmos. You will return to where you came from afterward."
"Mountain Cosmos?" Zhao Xing froze again.
"What, aren't you the mountain chief of the Ancient Hill of Antiquity? Haven't you heard of the Extreme Continent Universe Theory?"
"I have." Zhao Xing nodded. "Was the Extreme Continent Universe Theory prevalent in your era?"
He felt that the Fourth Sect Master's words had just compared Ten Directions Mountain to a universe.
"The universe is vast and boundless. No matter which corner you stand in, you cannot glimpse the whole of it. How is it