Strictly speaking, almost everything that happened in this world could be calculated by Wu Feng.
As long as there was a starting point.
That sudden feeling he had just now was a perfect starting point.
Strictly speaking, through that starting point, Wu Feng should have been able to calculate a great deal of information.
But now, there was nothing at all, as if he had fallen into a fog.
Wu Feng fell into thought.
But soon, he felt relieved. He split off a clone and headed toward the east, guided by the indistinct feeling.
Meanwhile, his main body continued carrying Tang Sanzang westward.
The journey west remained arduous and long, but it seemed that no tribulations of that heaven-defying difficulty had appeared over the next few days.
As for Wu Feng's clone, following that indistinct feeling, he arrived in the far eastern region of the Primordial Chaos World. When he saw a valley, he suddenly felt something.
Wu Feng's clone stopped, and he saw that the wind in the valley had abruptly stopped as well.
The valley had originally seemed completely normal. The wind had been swift, clouds had drifted around slowly, and the lush trees below made it look like a paradise isolated from the world.
But the moment Wu Feng stopped and hovered above the valley, everything around him suddenly began to feel wrong.
The wind had stopped—not disappeared, but abruptly halted.
The air solidified, and the swaying trees seemed to have had a pause button pressed. They stopped moving.
Beneath the trees, the small animals and creatures seemed to have lost their lives as well, remaining completely motionless.
Most incredibly, Wu Feng saw a wolf that had been tearing into a little rabbit.
But now, the rabbit no longer moved, and neither did the wolf. The rabbit