In the end, Pan Long could only make a vague search: give the Classic of Mountains and Seas his goal and leave the rest to it.
He guessed it could somehow connect with his subconscious, find a precise point within his hazy thoughts, then search for something that matched.
If he had studied the human mind in his previous life, perhaps he could have offered some lofty explanation. Unfortunately, he hadn't.
In his previous life, Pan Long had been just another face in the crowd, unremarkable in both education and talent.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas was incredible. Absolutely incredible. That was enough for him.
He wasn't the sort of person who had to break the pot to get at the bottom of everything. As long as he benefited, he was satisfied.
In both his previous life and this one, Pan Long was an ordinary man. Refinement, wisdom, profundity—none of them had a penny's worth to do with him.
Light flickered, brightening and dimming. A star before him suddenly contracted, shrinking drastically, then rushed straight at him.
Then he found himself in an extremely narrow gorge.
Cliffs rose on either side. Looking up, he saw only a thin strip of sky. The cliff walls stood no more than two meters apart, and at the narrowest point, even two people walking shoulder to shoulder would have felt cramped.
Strangely, whether he looked along the gorge or overhead, anything a little farther away vanished into whiteness. It seemed to be a bank of thick fog, and even his eyesight could not pierce it.
Curious, Pan Long walked toward the fog. After only a short distance, he found that the path had ended. There was clearly nothing visible ahead, yet something blocked his way.
"An invisible wall? This is the first time