Home was a harbor for the soul.
Ye Zhen was like a wanderer returning home. Once he returned, life suddenly reverted to its simplest state.
No scheming against one another.
No mutual deception and intrigue.
There was only the simplest family life.
Ye Zhen's return was rare, so his mother, Mi Jiangxue, personally cooked every meal, making him the dishes he had loved most as a child.
Although Ye Zhen had largely cast off the desire for food and drink, once he returned home, he had the taste of his mother's cooking, three meals a day without fail.
His life and state of mind gradually returned to their most tranquil state amid those simple daily meals.
His heart became incomparably serene.
His thoughts became clearer than ever before.
All at once, everything Ye Zhen was going through, along with the countless possibilities ahead, became clear.
Like a tangled skein of thread that had suddenly been straightened out.
Through the process by which the Shelter Seal had condensed, Ye Zhen clearly saw countless traces that could perfect his King's Great Dao.
As for the many profound and mysterious things left behind in his master's notes, day by day he gained deeper insights and understanding, and formed views of his own.
For instance, Heaven's Way.
Up to this point, cultivators throughout the Primordial Continent and the Myriad Worlds, from ordinary Creation Realm Divine Beings to the three Dao Ancestors of the Heaven Temple, had in fact all been exerting themselves upon Heaven's Way.
Ordinary Creation Realm cultivators sought to comprehend Heaven's Way and obtain greater power.
Divine Lords and Creation Realm powerhouses, on the other hand, wished even more to influence and alter Heaven's Way to a certain extent—perhaps even control it.
Then what exactly was Heaven's Way?
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