After leaving the Blood Island world, Wenren Sheng sensed that the air seemed to contain something extra.
In the clean, transparent sky, there seemed to be layer upon layer of networks.
This network was invisible to the naked eye, yet it existed in the hearts, eyes, and skin of mysterious users.
Every word they spoke, every step they took, every hand they raised... they could feel its presence.
Only after adjusting to it did Wenren Sheng realize that it had receded, hiding somewhere deeper.
Heh, it appeared to manage not only Otherworldly Users and mages, but to encompass all Ordinary People as well.
If things like Handicraft Spaceships, Doomsday Skulls, God Makers... and so on, where ordinary people suddenly obtained supernatural power, appeared again in the future, it would sense them all.
It was like a spiderweb. The slightest tremor would alert its weavers, allowing them to capture the source.
"What did you feel?" he turned and asked the large group behind him.
"The air feels better than before," Zhao Han answered first.
"Where is someone grilling?" someone asked, twitching their nose.
"I heard a faint sound of crying."
Everyone spoke at once, yet not one of them had discovered the network's existence.
Wenren Sheng understood that the gap between himself and his family could no longer be seen with the naked eye. Unknowingly, he had already reached the entrance to the divine hall.
One step further, and he would stand where the gods stood.
A radiant divine throne was welcoming him.
Well, everything after that was entirely his own imagination.
Half a day later, he brought his family to Zhongjiang City.
The place was livelier than ever. The last time he had come, it had still felt somewhat deserted.
Now, people streamed in and out of every district, and