The Old Daoist Was Back Again

At long last, the trouble with the pills was settled. While the people from the Central Continent were still busy testing all the different possibilities for the two pills, Hanyu found himself a secluded spot.

There was something he still hadn't had a chance to discuss with the Artifact Spirit.

This trial ground had been far too unusual. There were many things even the Artifact Spirit had never known about.

And if the Artifact Spirit didn't know them, there was no way Hanyu would.

After he recounted the entire trial in detail, the man and spirit fell silent.

The Artifact Spirit had no objections to his understanding of the Way of Earth.

After all, Heaven and Earth corresponded, so it could accept that the Way of Earth held a higher status.

But what in the world was this so-called final destination of all living beings?

Where souls went?

Those were things it didn't know.

What it cared about more was that all its knowledge came from the bottle.

If it didn't know, then did the bottle?

"You're asking me?"

Hanyu asked incredulously.

You're an Artifact Spirit, and you don't know about your own affairs, so you're asking me, an outsider?

The Artifact Spirit evidently felt that asking Hanyu was unrealistic, too, and turned to look at the bottle.

Unfortunately, the bottle simply let the two of them talk among themselves, without making a sound the whole time.

It was rather exasperating. That thing was like a slippery eel, playing dead all day long just because it couldn't speak.

Its store of knowledge had fallen completely behind Hanyu's experiences.

This wasn't the first time it had encountered something beyond its understanding.

"Looks like the Central Continent isn't so simple after all."

After thinking for a long time, that was all it