The world consciousness!
It blocked the projection of the Divine Realm and sealed off this stretch of space-time. Even Giant Kun was shut out, cast into some unknown fissure in space-time.
This was its showdown with Ren Tao, a clash between one world consciousness and another.
No one was allowed to interfere. They were not even worthy of watching!
It had discovered traces of the world seed long ago, but that was merely the tombstone of one who had passed away. It could not shake its domain in the slightest.
Now, the world seed's knowledge had been passed on to Ren Tao. This was a rare opportunity to spar with a "peer" and put itself to the test, and the world consciousness took it extremely seriously.
If possible, it hoped to gain inspiration from another world. If not, it did not mind burying Ren Tao in the most thorough way imaginable.
Waves rose around him in curtains of water that reached the sky. In an instant, the unique trial of the "world inheritance" began.
Ren Tao had been prepared, but the world consciousness's methods were still impossible to guard against.
The stars shifted and the mortal world transformed. All at once, Ren Tao felt as though he had returned to his childhood.
Or had he transmigrated again?
He found himself inside a tiny wooden house.
He was only four years old now, and his name was still Ren Tao. But he was exceptionally bright, possessing wisdom far beyond that of his peers in many things.
His father was a short-tempered geological survey worker who was rarely home.
Whenever he had time, however, he would teach little Ren Tao to read and write. As the saying went, the deeper the love, the sterner the discipline. For little Ren Tao, this was