Jiang Wang had no idea what a sensation he had caused.
To this day, he still hadn't figured out what a Blessed Land meant.
After gaining a simple understanding of Primordial Space, he had no intention of lingering. Primordial Space had little more than the purpose of facilitating communication at present, which, to him, was practically meaningless.
Cultivation was what mattered most.
Leaving through the Gate of Blessed Land had been an unconscious choice, just as entering Primordial Space had been. He had assumed everyone came and went through Stone Gates...
He didn't know what that signified.
What concerned him most was the hazy sensation that had lingered in his consciousness ever since he had awakened from that stupor, impossible to shake—as if he could grasp something, yet it was also impossibly far away.
He returned to his Blessed Land, exited the Great Void Illusion Realm, and sat cross-legged. He emptied himself and let his mind drift.
What was that elusive feeling?
Dazed and confused, light as a feather.
He knew that feeling was at some mysterious point, waiting for him to touch it, but he couldn't reach it.
What was it?
Where was it?
He searched desperately, but found nothing.
Frustration!
The moment frustration arose, Jiang Wang immediately withdrew from that state of mental drifting.
Dust had clouded his mortal heart; he could no longer be at ease.
There was no need to rush, Jiang Wang silently told himself.
His usual self-control took charge once more.
He began to examine himself with a clearer mind.
What had caused that elusive sensation?
He couldn't remember what had caused it, nor could he be sure. Then when had it happened?
When he had just pushed open the Stone Gate to his Blessed Land and entered Primordial Space, as he heard that