A month later.
Coniferous forests blanketed the verdant mountains, their peaks dotted with white snow.
A cold wind swept past. Only by truly sensing the changes in the rule energy occurring across Gods Continent did Green gradually emerge from the unknown terror of exploring the profound truths of reality.
Lower life-forms could not comprehend higher life-forms, just as higher life-forms could not comprehend the essential phenomena of still higher realms. Bizarre and terrifying events occurred time and again; they had already surpassed the levels lowly creatures could touch, bordering on legends and myths, hidden beneath the surface of this tangible reality.
Whether wizard apprentices or True Spirit Wizards, all wizards had only one means of exploring the knowledge of reality's profound truths: stripping away the veil covering appearances.
With a bang, Green closed Fairy Tales and casually tossed it back into the Dimensional Sphere.
The words "Green" had vanished without cause from every copy of Green's Fairy Tales, leaving only Fairy Tales. After the final blank page of every Fairy Tales, two square-shaped origin runes had appeared—the meaning of Green as Commander Xiahe had described it.
"This is the power of dimensions. I have already explored one form in which the profound truths of reality exist. I wonder whether, by continuing along this path, I can surpass Yilun, the True Spirit Wizard of the infinitely microscopic realm; Yihuan, the True Spirit Wizard of the Dimension Gap realm; the Black Witch King of the Other Shore Yellow Springs Realm; those who roam the void... Mm. Those abyss body-refining wizards, Nightmare Wizards, Heavenly Net Wizards, and even the sea folk of the Wizard World all count, I suppose."
Yet Green still could not understand what returns his exploration of dimensional knowledge—his plan to infer higher dimensions through an understanding of lower dimensions—would