"Yes, this place was certainly not bad, but in the end, it was not our own home!" Buddha Bodhi sighed softly. "The people and things we knew were all on that distant continent!"
"Home?" Buddha Bodhi's words struck Xiao Hua's heart at once. He looked up at the wilderness of the Primordial Continent around him and sighed. "What was home? One's native soil? One's family? Or memories of childhood?"
"What you said was excellent, fellow Daoist!" As he spoke, green-robed Xiao Hua arrived as well, his face solemn. "There may be a divine sense marker of yours here, perhaps something connected to your home! But there are no humans on this continent. Even if this is your home, that would only be a matter of hundreds of millions of years later. The present Primordial Continent has nothing to do with the you of today!"
"Yes! The same people, the same place, only the time was different! This place and these people were no longer right!" Xiao Hua sighed. "Perhaps this was the place closest to my dream, yet because of the Law of Time, it had also become the place farthest from my dream!"
"Now that we know where the dream lies, do we not have a direction in which to pursue it?" Soul Cultivator Xiao Hua stepped out of the void as well and continued Xiao Hua's words. "So long as we strive on, one day we will shatter the chains of the Law of Time and seize our own dreams!"
Xiao Hua smiled faintly and bowed to everyone in turn. "Many thanks, fellow Daoists. With all of you on the road of life, this road will not be lonely!"
"No need for thanks, no need for thanks!" Green-robed Xiao Hua waved a hand carelessly. "We can talk about