Creation lay beyond the origin. For sense-perception to reach Creation, one first had to shatter the heavenly barrier and condense a high-dimensional structure.
It was like building a house: only after building the first floor could one build the second.
But cultivation was not, in the truest sense, like building a house. Of the ten great pillars of life, the mind was the most subtle and mysterious. Though his sense-perception was still lacking, Zhao Cheng had actually relied on his cultivation of the mind to touch Creation through sense-perception.
Even to Zhao Cheng, this phenomenon was unknown. In some respects, it even overturned part of his understanding of cultivation.
But without question, it was a good thing.
Zhao Cheng had never believed that his understanding of cultivation was absolute truth.
Indeed, he was currently ahead of everyone else, but before him still lay a fog—not the end of the road. The path ahead had to be opened up, and in the process of blazing that trail, deviations and errors were normal. If all of his understanding truly turned out to be correct, Zhao Cheng would instead have to doubt the reality of heaven, space-time, and the multiverse.
In Zhao Cheng's view of the world, it was neither "I think, therefore I am," nor "I am, therefore I think," but an intermediate state in which the two mutually interfered.
I came to ask the Way; there was nothing more to say: clouds in the blue sky, water in the bottle.
At the end of the Great Way, both would undoubtedly be right—and both would be wrong.
But before reaching that point, whoever was stronger was more correct.
Though his sense-perception was incomplete, Zhao Cheng had touched Creation. His sense-perception had skipped the second floor and directly raised the third.
That was