There was nothing wrong with that world.
But the more Gu Yuan looked at the truck, the stranger it seemed.
In the other party's memories, there were very few impressions of the truck. Before takeoff, he had only caught a glimpse of the owner.
By rights, there should have been at least some impression.
Yet strangely, the owner's appearance simply did not exist. Even in his memories, it was hazy and indistinct.
No matter how Gu Yuan tried to make him recall it, he could not remember.
It was as though there were a cloud of mist.
Yes, a cloud of mist!
Human intervention?
Those two words sprang into Gu Yuan's mind, as though he had suddenly understood.
If nothing unexpected had happened, that so-called driver should have been a powerful cultivator.
The other party's cultivation was likely not low.
"I didn't expect cultivators to really have such twisted hobbies."
Gu Yuan carefully examined the memories, but still found no clues.
Memories were memories. Even as a Return-to-One powerhouse, he could not descend into reality through them.
Perhaps he would be able to do so once his cultivation rose further.
Reincarnated from another world into this place.
What was the purpose?
Gu Yuan stroked his chin. He was more inclined to believe the other party had simply done it for fun.
That was right.
Generally speaking, aside from those who loved secluded cultivation, most people at that level enjoyed finding amusement.
Gu Yuan probably counted as one of them.
He just was not as outrageous as this person.
Of course, that was only assuming there was nothing else unusual about the young man.
Once a golden finger was involved, it would be different.
As everyone knew, golden fingers either came from outrageous luck or were bestowed by someone.
But this