Mortal transformation was like one reincarnation after another.
Only, it seemed even more thorough than reincarnation.
After all, this time, there was no Spirit Radiance Blessing to keep his mind lucid as before.
His mind sank completely, plunging into these repeated reenactments, into the mortal lives of countless beings.
He was no longer Chu Mu, a mighty figure of the Dharma Appearance Realm, but a true mortal within this peculiar world.
Each reenactment brought a new identity, a new life.
Brief, yet etched deep into his bones.
No one knew how much time had passed before the Spirit Radiance hidden deep within his mind, like a programmed setting, finally emerged once more.
In the fields, the old man who had been swinging a hoe to till the earth saw the murkiness in his eyes gradually give way to depth.
His hunched body visibly straightened, while his aged face seemed to grow young again, as though returning to youth.
"Mortal transformation..."
At his soft murmur, a few more traces of weathered vicissitude appeared in his deep eyes.
He looked up at the sky. At this moment, he had understood everything completely.
The peculiar strangeness of this world must have long followed a set law.
Or rather, though this world possessed a normal World Order, its inner core had long since been altered.
It was akin to a Secret Realm.
Only, this Secret Realm was profoundly mysterious, far beyond any ordinary trial Secret Realm.
The path of seeking the Dao was long, and its rules boundless.
Comfort for the soul was often more important than anything else.
That was the purpose of this world's existence.
It had been transformed into a wholly mortal land, where all living beings were chess pieces for great powers to place, allowing them to comprehend the multitude