Sitting in the chair, Chen Cuo looked at everything around him, at once familiar and strange. It was as though he had returned to the Previous Life.
He rose and walked to the window, then looked outside.
Traffic streamed past amid a clamor of voices.
Arrogant thoughts surged one after another in his heart. But faced with the scene before him, they were like arrows loosed into Emptiness, with no real target to strike. After all, many of them were aimed at ancient dynasties and the world of immortal cultivation.
What lay before Chen Cuo now, however, was a scene from his Previous Life. This Frenzied Thought soon subsided and stopped clouding his judgment, letting him take in everything before him calmly.
For a time, Myriad Manifestation was projected outward, while his Frenzied Thought remained trapped within.
The projections of his mind gradually took solid form. Drawn along with them, the spiritual light around the Mind Daoist swelled and shrank. A thought arose and gathered in his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Then his five senses spread outward, frantically gathering everything around him!
In an instant, countless flashes of light and scenes flickered through his mind.
Memories of all he had experienced in his Previous Life flowed through him as well. He gradually sank into them, forgetting his original purpose.
Deep in his heart, the Human Thought Golden Book kept jumping, beat after beat, as though something inside it were churning...
Suddenly, a faint warning reached him from somewhere in the Netherworld. Chen Cuo turned his thoughts, and a Wisdom Sword thrust out. It flickered in midair and split into seven, sending swordlight sweeping in every direction. Wherever it passed, the projections of his mind were shredded!
Threads of Myriad Manifestation Thought spilled from them, then were drawn together toward