Illusory Realm of Grand Void. After many years, he returned to Divine Mechanism City.
Time had not left many traces upon this city of stable order. It was still as bustling as ever.
Chu Mu strolled slowly through the city. The crowds surged around him, yet he seemed detached from the mortal world. None of the passing pedestrians noticed his presence.
As he watched the myriad living beings, Chu Mu suddenly gained an insight.
All things possessed spirits. Then did clans and factions possess spirits as well?
Heavenly Mechanism, fate—did they too possess some profound and mysterious fortune?
The fortune of a clan, the fortune of a faction—could they also be a kind of power of rules? This seemed capable of explaining the unending conflicts among the myriad races of the Spirit Realm.
After all, under normal circumstances, it was truly difficult to understand why those supreme experts standing high above all others would not pursue greater heights of the immortal path, but instead remain fixated on the interests between clans and factions.
One had to know that the Spirit Realm was utterly different from the Cultivation World of the lower realms.
In the lower realms, the reason those supreme experts at the pinnacle of their worlds obsessed over conflicts of interest between factions and races was ultimately only because the road ahead had been severed.
Unable to find even a trace of the path forward, they would naturally be unable to avoid turning their attention elsewhere over the long years.
But in this Spirit Realm, the immortal path reached the heavens, and all power was gathered entirely within oneself!
Especially for cultivators of I am the Rule, everything was completely centered upon themselves. Heaven and earth were restraints; sects and factions, clans and races—were they not restraints as well?