Speaking of transmigration, Meng Chuan had never stopped searching for the truth behind his own.
Back when his power was confined to a single world, he had felt helpless. There was little he could uncover.
His level had been too low then. Touching on matters involving the Boundless Chaos Sea and the Myriad Heavens and Worlds was impossible.
But after attaining Great Luo, Meng Chuan traced history back and studied the moment he had arrived in the Shrouding the Heavens World again and again.
In fact, because he had attained Great Luo, the Meng Chuan who had just arrived was now Great Luo as well.
Yet even with that power, he could find nothing unusual about the moment he arrived in the Shrouding the Heavens World.
He could not probe beyond the Shrouding the Heavens World at the instant of his transmigration. There was no unusual karma, no strange fluctuation—nothing.
As for tracing back his life in his "previous life" and illuminating that stretch of history, there was no such thing to trace.
The transmigration had been flawless. Nothing in his past life was out of place, whether in space-time or fate.
It was as though he had never transmigrated at all, as though the whole thing were a hallucination Meng Chuan had dreamed up.
He had only this life, this one span of existence.
It was as if Meng Chuan had been born and raised in the Shrouding the Heavens World. Anything else simply did not exist.
The result left him helpless. He had even asked the Chat Group, but it gave no response and played dead.
Yet within Meng Chuan's perception through his Dao, besides the worlds of the Group Friends and worlds such as the Yang God World where his Other Selves existed, there was one more