Within this spatial turbulence, Xu Zimo searched without pause.
In the vast expanse, it seemed that the more desperately one desired something, the harder it became to find.
Although Xu Zimo had yet to reach his limit,
continuing to search blindly like this was no solution.
Xu Zimo narrowed his eyes.
Countless worlds of all sizes existed within this spatial turbulence.
He could not use such a foolish method, searching through them one by one. By then, it could be the Year of the Monkey and the Month of the Horse, and he still might not find it.
Since he was going to the Undying Star,
he had to search according to the Undying Star's characteristics.
That would make the search much faster and avoid wasting time.
The Undying Star was a giant world.
As a giant world, whether in scale or in the oppressive force it exuded, it was surely utterly different from all other worlds.
If he had to put it into words,
he only needed to sense it. The strongest world should be the Undying Star.
At that thought, Xu Zimo stopped.
He no longer searched one by one.
Instead, he sat cross-legged and spread out the ripples of his consciousness.
His divine sense stretched on without end, nearly blanketing the entire spatial turbulence.
But this investigation was destined not to be easy.
In an ordinary investigation, his soul would sweep outward like a tranquil sea, vast and surging.
But this time,
Xu Zimo had to split his soul into thousands upon thousands, even hundreds of millions, of tiny fragments.
He had to record every world within the spatial turbulence.
It was as though his mind were a terminal.
In an instant, it had to process countless streams of information.
Using one mind a hundred million ways—that