Li Qingyun stood before the Old World Monument, lost in an inexplicable state.
He felt that he had suddenly understood something, yet when he tried to grasp it, there was nothing at all.
He stood there in a daze, feeling something deep within his soul awakening.
Moreover, he sensed that something behind the old monument was faintly calling to him.
"Was this a trace of dormant wisdom awakened after coming into contact with the source of eternity, or was I alone in having this inexplicable realization?"
Yet when he looked again at the three mottled, blurred words, "Waiting for Yun to Return," on the monument, he fell silent.
Without truly mastering sufficient information, he rejected all hints and temptations.
For a high-dimensional existence to deceive and fabricate something for a low-dimensional ant would be far too easy.
Li Qingyun had experienced too much of this world's darkness and peril. He always examined everything with the greatest possible malice.
In short, this poor Daoist was no longer easy to fool!
"Whether you are playing god or putting on an air of mystery, this poor Daoist will tear off your rotten mask!"
"In this lifetime, the Native shall rise. I shall be invincible and become one of the sources of this myriad cosmos..."
He went around the towering old monument and followed that faint summons. Before long, a vast ancient plaza covered in radiating star patterns emerged from the thin gray mist ahead.
The radiating star pattern covered an area so immense that its edges stretched into the distant gray mist.
At the center of the plaza's radiating star pattern was an image of a vertical eye, seeming both shut and open.
But too much time had passed. The radiating star patterns and the vertical eye had long since become indistinct.
"This