Zheng Qing had indeed been to a place "very high and very far away."
But he had not gone there with the Professor.
Two years ago, in the Sea of Clouds World, when Zheng Qing had ridden Taiyi into battle against Leviathan, he had accidentally entered high-dimensional space-time. The Professor had gone there to bring him back.
Earlier still.
For Zheng Qing's birthday, the Professor had offered him a chance to travel to the Higher Dimension World as a gift. That day, the Professor had made it very clear that there were drawbacks for a Low-level Wizard entering the Higher Dimension World—like the old saying, "After seeing the vast sea, no other water will do; after seeing Mount Wu, no other clouds compare." Once one had witnessed the magnificence, splendor, and wonders of the Higher Dimension World, the ordinary world would seem exceptionally pale and dull. Emotionally, once one's threshold had been pushed to the limit, an ordinary wizard would find it difficult to expect even the slightest joy from mundane pleasures.
Being unable to feel happiness was a mental illness, and its mildest symptom was depression.
Worse still, there was the loss of part of one's humanity that Su Shijun had just mentioned—put in the words of old-school cultivators, it was almost becoming one with the Dao. To Low-level Wizards, the Higher Dimension World was as lofty and perfect as the Heavenly Dao. Once a Low-level Wizard resonated with the "Heavenly Dao," they would naturally lose some of their ability to resonate with the "human Dao."
Even worse, the lower dimension was riddled with flaws when compared to the higher dimension.
It was like in our dreams: one second, we were being chased by a gigantic black dog; the next, we were standing on a podium, passionately delivering a