Lin Changqing's soul was still too weak. Of all the pieces on the board, he had chosen the one with the weakest aura.
That world was only a million zhang across. Its strongest being hadn't even reached the Immortal Dao, yet Lin Changqing had still become immersed in it, unable to pull himself free!
His soul trembled, and it took a long time to settle.
"Senior!"
Lin Changqing looked up toward Hong Yun.
"Was that world I just saw real?"
Lin Changqing asked with a solemn expression, but Hong Yun merely smiled.
"Real and unreal, true and false—it all depends on what's in your heart."
"All things in heaven and earth are born through the evolution of rules. Nuwa, the Saint, could mold humans from clay, while Pangu opened up the Primordial World from chaos!"
"Whether something is real or unreal isn't the key. Seeing through it and changing it—that's what matters!"
Hong Yun suddenly looked at Lin Changqing and spoke with utmost seriousness.
Lin Changqing's heart jolted.
Whether something was real or unreal wasn't the key. Changing it was!
A mighty Saint could reforge the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind, and alter the very world.
All things in heaven and earth were born of rules. If one could control those rules, did it really matter whether something was real or unreal?
If Lin Changqing mastered every Great Dao of rules, then with a single thought, he could make the living beings in that vast world of mountains and rivers real. It wasn't impossible!
And with a single thought, this Primordial World of mountains and rivers could vanish in an instant, like a dream or a bubble. That wasn't absurd, either!
Lin Changqing's heart jolted again. Wasn't this exactly what his own small cultivation worlds within him were