The War Between Immortals and Demons

" The upper limit of this cultivation art—"

Zhang Sanxian slowly opened his eyes. "It seems rather high."

Although he was still far from cultivating the Dao Intent Freedom Art to its true end, judging from the system's vague feedback and Phenomenon Fiction's predictions, this art's ultimate ceiling might even surpass Zhang Sanxian's true body by a considerable margin.

Yet such a powerful cultivation art was merely an elementary school graduation exam question for the Imperial Palace Clan.

From this alone, one could see that the ancient civilization which had long since ascended from this realm must have been powerful to a hair-raising extent.

"I wonder whether I'll have a chance in the future to visit that so-called Origin Sea World."

With his hands behind his back, Zhang Sanxian looked around at the boundless, resplendent scenery. "Then I can see just how glorious the Imperial Palace civilization truly was."

Just as he was lost in reverie, Meng Fusheng's navigation announcement drifted over from nearby: "—Optimal route locked—A total of 942 cube dimensions must be traversed. The theoretical straight-line distance converts to 75.3 billion light-years—"

"Hm? It got farther again?"

Zhang Sanxian raised a brow and glanced at Meng Fusheng. "Tsk. Just now, it was only one dimension away, with a straight-line distance of less than ten million light-years. We were delayed by only one second, and it's already become so distant again. Honestly..."

He shook his head with a sigh, then released Baby Sword once more, pulled Meng Fusheng into the sword, and controlled the sword body as it streaked away into the distance.

As for the spacetime node through which they had arrived, since it was not included in the route planned by the corporate drone system, entering that node would only take them farther and farther away.

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