This was the Eternal Silence of Nothingness, the end of all things and the beginning of all things.
Strictly speaking, it was not a place, but a realm.
In this realm, time had no meaning. The very concept of time did not exist.
Meng Chuan gazed into the realm and sensed its mysteries. One could say that billions of years passed for him, or that not a second went by.
He contemplated this nothingness, bringing it together with his own path as he worked out how to connect the two.
How could he open a path that reached this realm?
Before, Meng Chuan had been feeling his way along that path from nothing. Now he could look at the answer and work backward to derive the steps.
It was hardly a matter of reaching out and taking it, but the difficulty had fallen considerably.
Eventually, understanding dawned on Meng Chuan: beyond absolute nothingness taken to its utmost limit, perhaps there lay infinite existence.
There was no describing exactly what it felt like to gaze upon that realm.
No words in the world could depict it with complete accuracy. They could only tell of one small corner.
In the end, Meng Chuan gained every insight into that realm that his current position allowed.
Meng Chuan withdrew from the realm. From beginning to end, he had seen neither Primordial Heavenly Venerable nor Lingbao Heavenly Venerable there.
That was perfectly normal.
The realm was infinitely vast. Unless both sides sought each other out, how could they meet?
Clearly, neither Meng Chuan nor Primordial Beginning and Lingbao had any intention of doing so.
As he drew away from that realm, Meng Chuan's will returned to Tusita Palace. Only when he came back to himself did he realize that mere moments had passed.
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