"To merge with other versions of oneself—such an experience is truly wondrous. In the past, something like this could be called unprecedented. The changes in the world... no, it is that the world is actually so vast. It is only that most living beings are constrained by their own narrow perspectives."
Lord sighed, the light in his eyes rippling like water.
Li Nishang nodded at this, deeply agreeing.
"And that is precisely the charm of cultivation: exploring the unknown and constantly gaining new things. If one truly knew everything and had seen it all, then in a certain sense, that would actually be a very cruel thing."
Zhao Cheng smiled, then rose to his feet.
"In fact, Wang Hao's case of merging with himself from another spacetime is merely one possibility. The combination of the two elements, multiplicity and life, is in itself an immensely fascinating phenomenon, in a sense."
As they chatted idly, Zhao Cheng grew somewhat interested as well.
"Besides Wang Hao, more than a hundred information clusters fell into our world in total last time."
"You could say that the world suddenly gained more than a hundred transmigrators."
As he spoke, the spacetime around them abruptly shifted. Then the group of five found themselves in the middle of a bustling city.
At the same time, Zhao Xiaoxiang, Li Nishang, and Lord, who had been seated, were now standing.
People flowed past all around them, most blond and blue-eyed. Yet the writing on the roadside signs was not the widely used English, but a minor language.
The two half-sovereigns were both broadly learned and possessed perfect recall, and both had traveled the world. At a glance, they recognized the language as an ancient tongue called Tas, and this place as a small country named Tas.
It was undoubtedly