Automaton Mahoraga flew through the air.
Jiang Wang still sat atop the serpent's head, legs casually crossed. His left hand rested on his sword, while his right propped against his knee to support his cheek. He gazed ahead, his spirit wandering beyond the heavens.
He was thinking about what Wang Changji had said—
"There is something wrong with this world."
What was wrong with it?
Wang Changji had been vague, as though he could not speak of it aloud.
These mountains, this sea, this sky, and those strange beasts... even the Fire Lotus he had eaten, the seal techniques he had learned—everything was real beyond doubt.
What exactly was the "problem" Wang Changji had spoken of?
Cultivating the Fire Source Canon had allowed Jiang Wang's command over fire to advance by leaps and bounds. But it was also the Fire Source Canon that had confined his understanding of fire.
After thoroughly grasping the mysteries of Samadhi True Fire, he had come to understand a principle—
"What one knows and sees is also what binds and restrains one."
This realization suddenly made the road ahead clear and bright.
Though it had brought no tangible increase in combat strength.
From then on, however, there would be few barriers to his Knowledge and Insight.
Having gone through such a delayed stretch of cultivation, he would forever remember to remind himself not to be bound by Knowledge and Insight.
Now, he tried to set aside everything he had perceived and reconsider the entire Mountain and Sea Realm.
As everyone knew, the Mountain and Sea Realm was Huang Weizhen's legacy.
Whether it was some world beyond the heavens he had discovered, or a world he had created himself, in any case, this world was intimately tied to Huang Weizhen.
Jiang Wang had personally experienced the