What did it feel like to travel across timelines?
Hmm...
If Meng Chuan, who had experienced it firsthand—and more than once—were asked to answer that question...
He would find it rather hard to answer.
The feeling of traveling across timelines was difficult to describe.
Words could not capture the sensation, because language always distorted the reality of an experience a little.
It was not a matter of finding the right description. It really was that kind of... that rare kind of thing that could not be described.
After Meng Chuan told the Chat Group that he wished to leave the Sacred Ruins Era and return to his own time and space, he ascended to heaven.
The moment he conveyed his wish to the Chat Group, he felt himself break free of time and space.
So calling it an ascent to heaven was not wrong.
But while Meng Chuan left that stretch of time and space, the Lingbao Dao Fruit slipped from his Three Pure Ones Wheel and entered it once more.
The Lingbao Dao Fruit shone with a faint radiance that illuminated the heavens, complete in enlightenment and clear in wisdom.
Before long, the Lingbao Dao Fruit took human form. He was somewhat indistinct, impossible to see clearly.
Meng Chuan looked at the Lingbao Body from outside time and space, while the Lingbao Body looked back at Meng Chuan from within. They nodded to each other.
The Lingbao Body turned and walked into the depths of time and space.
Meng Chuan looked around him. Above, below, left, right, ahead, behind, and at every angle—in every direction lay abstract rivers of time.
Some twisted, some took strange shapes, some intertwined, and some were broken.
Each was a future timeline.
After leaving the Sacred Ruins timeline, Meng Chuan had returned to this