At her words, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in Li Nishang's heart. It seemed that the youth before her—this form she saw—was merely something she could perceive, not his true body.
Indeed, the other party seemed to possess a human heart, yet his true essence was more like the Heavenly Dao: vast, boundless, endless, immeasurable, invincible. The flesh was no more than an imagined construct; in truth, he was a temporary union born of causes and conditions.
Perhaps only such a state could sustain the mighty power of higher dimensions.
A leap in the level of life was never merely a matter of greater power.
She had understood this principle long ago, yet never had it struck her as profoundly as it did in this instant.
After that, Li Nishang composed herself and began asking about certain doubts in cultivation.
In the old era, she had stood upon the absolute summit, already invincible. Even if doubts lingered in her heart, there had been no one capable of answering them. But now, everything was utterly different.
As new paths were opened and dead ends connected onward, her questions only grew more numerous.
Zhao Cheng did not answer all of her questions. It was not that he could not answer them, but that for some questions, only answers one found for oneself could be true answers.
As for his own understanding, it applied only to himself.
Every life was unique. There had never been any so-called absolute truth.
And so, amid casual conversation that resembled a series of questions and answers, time quietly slipped away.
Before long, a burst of commotion arose, accompanied by startled cries.
Faced with the colossal object on the snowfield, young people could hardly keep their blood from surging.
After all, every young person's first dream was