Zhao Cheng first took a coach bus into the city, then transferred to the high-speed rail.
Since the coach ran between the mountains and the city, it carried only six passengers in total, leaving the whole vehicle spacious and empty. But once it arrived at the city station, things abruptly became noisy and bustling.
With a large pack on his back and a suitcase in tow, Zhao Cheng threaded through the crowd. People hurried back and forth, and once he blended among them, he was utterly unremarkable.
The station's dome had been built very high, yet at a glance it still resembled a giant cage. Zhao Cheng remembered how, whenever he traveled in the past, he had often fantasized about being able to teleport, or owning a door that could lead anywhere. No matter where he wanted to go, he could arrive in an instant and escape the exhaustion of travel altogether.
But now that he truly possessed extraordinary power—enough that a single thought could overturn and shatter the whole world—he instead found himself reminiscing about the ordinary life he once had.
Back then, the world had been vast and time had flown by. The young always lamented the turning of the years; looking back, all that had passed seemed like emptiness.
And now, standing at the summit above all living beings, he no longer held much attachment to the past, or even to his hometown. The reason Zhao Cheng wanted to return to his world of origin was not homesickness. He simply wanted to uncover the secret of his transmigration, perhaps even use it to trace the origin of his Panel.
As for what he was doing now, it was probably no more than a sudden whim: to enter these mountains and rivers once more through the eyes of