When one of Xiao Yun's thoughts merged into the incomplete Eternal Spacetime Great Dao before him, it was annihilated in the next instant. His consciousness immediately returned, and an unfamiliar set of memories appeared in Xiao Yun's mind.
Xiao Yun was not surprised by this. No matter how long his thought spent within the incomplete Eternal Great Dao, it would not cause time to flow in the outside world.
In other words, even if his thought experienced hundreds of millions of years inside, not even a minute would pass outside.
The only time Xiao Yun expended was the moment it took to split off a thought and merge it into the incomplete Eternal Great Dao—not even a second.
However, as he sensed the unfamiliar memories that had appeared in his mind, Xiao Yun gradually furrowed his brows.
"Heaven and Earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs. This is a world of immortal cultivation, and it is extremely chaotic. My thought died before it even set foot on the path of immortal cultivation."
Xiao Yun was somewhat speechless.
In those unfamiliar memories, he had reincarnated as a rural farmer and searched everywhere for a path to cultivation. After more than ten years of effort, Xiao Yun finally learned of this world's cultivation system.
This was a world of immortal cultivation, somewhat similar to the Primordial World, yet far crueler. That was because its cultivators cultivated against the heavens rather than following the heavens.
Every step taken by the immortal cultivators of this world was against the heavens, so they often faced the cleansing of heavenly tribulations. Every step was perilous, and life or death could not be predicted.
After spending more than a decade, Xiao Yun finally discovered an immortal cultivation sect and prepared to seek a master and