Vast and boundless, dark and profound.
No matter how much time passed, nor how many worlds it connected, Infinite Land remained unchanged.
Beyond time, outside fate, even reincarnation could not cover it.
When Qin Sheng first came here, he had still been a mortal. Now he was at Peak Immortal Two, yet Infinite Land felt no different to him at either point in time.
Infinite, boundless, endless.
The Great Dao laws that could be clearly or vaguely sensed in many worlds did not exist at all within Infinite Land.
No matter how he tried to perceive them, he received no response. Energy and matter alike were absent. There was only emptiness.
Only the stars hanging high overhead, emitting faint glimmers, stood apart. They seemed to represent hope, like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation.
It was just that this ray of light was not yet strong enough to pierce through Primordial Darkness.
Phantoms of Qin Sheng appeared within the stars, each doing something different. They were true reflections of what they had experienced in different worlds.
When Qin Sheng descended upon Infinite Land, he saw another version of himself studying the twenty-three stars in the sky.
This Qin Sheng wore ancient clothing and luxurious brocade robes, though he was rather young, looking only twelve or thirteen.
Only one more has died...
Good. Good.
I still hoped fewer versions of myself would die.
We are all Qin Sheng. When you die, my heart aches.
"You're here," the young Qin Sheng said.
"I'm here."
"You came at just the right time."
"Indeed."
The two looked at each other and smiled. The young Qin Sheng said:
"Only after coming here did I learn that I had not truly died, that there are still versions of me alive in this