The world was a vast sea of suffering. People were adrift upon it, their Flesh the boats and their souls the passengers within, carried always toward the Other Shore.
When Meng Chuan and Zhang Sanfeng emerged into the world beyond the Space-Time Passage, Zhang Sanfeng understood.
He had heard of this world.
Lu Mingfei and the others talked about all sorts of things when they joked around in the group, and some works naturally came up for discussion.
Meng Chuan and Zhang Sanfeng stood on a great mountain that stretched nearly a hundred li across. Dense forest covered it, and its terrain was fairly varied, with rocky outcrops and plunging waterfalls.
"Well? I told you this world would do you good, didn't I?" Meng Chuan smiled. This world's Martial Arts were dazzling in their own right and would greatly benefit Zhang Sanfeng on the road ahead.
"Just as you said, Great Emperor." Zhang Sanfeng was pleased too. He was about to say more when his expression suddenly shifted.
"Great Emperor, did you feel that?" Pinpricks of starlight gleamed across Zhang Sanfeng's body.
The human body had 365 major Apertures, but some worlds were peculiar: their Apertures numbered far beyond those of ordinary worlds.
Zhang Sanfeng quietly felt the stirring of the Apertures within him. Before long, several hundred more had appeared in his body!
They faintly answered the stars of the vast Heaven and Earth beyond, but something like a thin membrane stood in the way of a complete connection.
"I felt it some time ago." Meng Chuan nodded. The rules of this world had caused the change.
The two of them now had 832 additional Apertures. Together with their original 365 major Apertures, that brought the total to 1,197—more than twice what they had before.
"You could call this