"This mental anchor—even Free and Unfettered Cultivators may not necessarily be able to hold fast to it."
The moment those words were spoken, the three low-ranking disciples aside from Wang Qi were all frightened.
Wang Qi was somewhat startled as well. In the history he knew, Earth's mathematician Lagrange had indeed abandoned mathematics in his later years because he had become immersed in theology. But Ge Langri, the Free and Unfettered Cultivator of Divine Land, had actually lost his mental anchor because of some unseen connection between two worlds?
Was this a coincidence? Or were the ties between the two worlds far closer than I had imagined?
But if the two worlds were truly so tightly connected, why were there signs that the immortal path of Divine Land had gradually diverged from Earth's historical trajectory?
Why?
And upon what principle were the two worlds connected?
The more Wang Qi thought, the more this world seemed to carry an eerie sense of unreality. His face could not help turning pale.
Just then, the dry firewood in the campfire crackled sharply, yanking him back to reality.
Wang Qi forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart. With lingering palpitations, he swept his gaze around, then clenched his fist tightly.
The sensation from his hand settled him a little. At least this feeling was real.
He could also genuinely feel the mana circulating endlessly within his body.
"I thought that since I could even accept transmigration, I'd be able to stand firm as Mount Tai before anything stranger." Wang Qi mocked himself. "Looks like subconsciously reclaiming my identity as a researcher isn't entirely a good thing. If I still had the muddle-along mentality I had back in the village, I wouldn't have any interest in getting to the root of something like this."
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