Chen Fei's eyes snapped open, and he looked around warily. All he saw was desolation.
The cultivators who had originally been beside him were now gone without a trace, their whereabouts unknown. Even Li Song and the others, whom Chen Fei had deliberately shielded behind him, had vanished.
Across the boundless land, Chen Fei was the only one left.
The strange words that had echoed beside his ear just now no longer sounded. Everything was like an illusion.
"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao..."
Chen Fei recalled the first sentence he had heard just now. This did not seem like a cultivation method from the Ruin Realm; instead, it reminded Chen Fei of his previous life, that world utterly devoid of the extraordinary.
Yet though there had clearly been no extraordinary power, countless legends of immortals, heroes, and myths had been left behind in history.
According to the mainstream explanation Chen Fei had known back then, so-called tales of immortals and heroes, myths and legends, were merely fabrications born from the ancients' yearning for Eternal Life.
Or perhaps they had come from reverence toward nature, imagining all manner of natural phenomena as being controlled by special immortals and gods.
They feared such power, and so they yearned for it.
But was the truth really only that?
Chen Fei had not known before, but after never seeing any extraordinary power in real life, he had gradually come to accept that explanation, at most occasionally thinking of it in his heart.
But ever since his divine soul had inexplicably crossed over to Pingyin County, and he had made his way all the way to the Endless Sea, under a special mind cultivation method, he had actually condensed the Xuanyuan Sword.
Chen Fei's view of his past world