A single diary entry naturally could not help Wuluo find the way back to the Ancient Cosmos. But to Wuluo, the diary's contents were not what mattered. What mattered were the traces within it—traces spanning the Multiverse and the Ancient Cosmos, traces of two worlds.
He extracted those traces and integrated them into his spiritual world, where they continued to ferment.
Over these ten thousand millennia, he had been doing similar things all along. He had found more than a hundred artifacts that spanned both worlds.
Yet even combined, the traces within those artifacts were probably not a tenth as much as those in this single diary entry.
It could only be said that that Great Sage had poured far too much "resentment" into this diary.
Wuluo felt that if he could find another dozen or so similar artifacts, he might be able to carve out a path to survival.
With that thought in mind, Wuluo looked toward a cluster of radiance deep within his heart.
The radiance shifted endlessly. At times, it resembled a tree; at others, it became a fruit. Sometimes it was a bridge, and sometimes, a gateway.
Yet no matter what form the radiance took, it always seemed illusory.
This cluster of light was the harvest of his ten thousand millennia.
Once perfected, it could allow a person to reach the Ancient Cosmos—and that person could only be himself!
Yes, it could allow one person to reach the Ancient Cosmos, without limiting who that person was. This meant that the thing could be stolen.
That was also why Wuluo had never considered joining forces with this world's supreme powerhouses.
Otherwise, with the help of supreme powerhouses, this fruit would surely have been perfected long ago.
But then, what awaited him would definitely not be a safe