After saying that, he continued leading people in jumps.
To be honest, he did want to try approaching the battlefield to take a look. Perhaps there really were some immortal opportunities there?
But now was not the time.
Going there now was too risky. He planned to wander around the vicinity, gather more information, and then decide.
Charging forward recklessly was simply courting death!
"Then where exactly is the opportunity?" He continued jumping through a ruined world.
He had discovered it completely.
These prehistoric cultivators left nothing behind wherever they passed.
They had left behind not a single resource. They had sent all living beings back to the prehistoric era through time to take refuge, truly leaving this place as nothing but a battlefield for them.
After all, that made sense.
If it were me, how could I possibly provide a heap of resources for free to entertain these outsiders?
Did resources grow on trees?
Therefore, he no longer dared hope for prehistoric immortal treasures and specialties.
Then where
was the opportunity?!
He continued pondering while jumping across one timeline after another.
As he continuously leaped through dimensions, Wan Langu gradually entered an abstruse and mysterious state.
With each touch of a dimension, he adapted further to it.
And amid each dimensional jump, a marvelous perspective emerged, as if he were overlooking the multidimensional entirety of the timeline.
His body seemed to be ascending.
To describe it with a more professional term:
He was ascending dimensions!
His consciousness rapidly soared, undergoing a self-transcendence.
Even his terrifying True Immortal-level divine sense began to reel. His mind churned like rivers and seas, with countless pieces of knowledge about time, space, and life surging ceaselessly.
The Great Dao seemed to have become a tangled mess. In an instant, he seemed to see the