"They sank into the Immortal's chaotic will. After who knew how long, as the thoughts of countless wandering cultivators accumulated day after day, I finally woke from my stupor one day..."
"Awakening these poor souls trapped here may be the only reason that has kept me living here."
"To ferry them across is also to ferry myself across."
The Double Pupils Daoist, Man, walked slowly into the depths of the star-like Bone Seeds.
His receding figure looked desolate.
The void was a road beneath his feet; with each step, he crossed many "stars" of varying sizes.
At this moment, his overlapping voices finally revealed the weathered remoteness of endless years, as though he had lowered his guard.
The Six-Fingered God and Devil narrowed his four eyes slightly, concealing his feelings.
Yet from those few words, Wang Ba and Yao Wudi both sensed an ancient, boundless loneliness and desolation.
Merely imagining it for a moment, putting themselves in his place, made their hearts tremble.
Keeping a solitary vigil here for countless tens of thousands of years, doing everything possible, all to wrest a path to freedom from an impossible predicament...
At that moment, a rare sense of resonance inexplicably arose in Wang Ba's heart.
The sea of suffering was boundless; one could only ferry oneself across.
This was a truth he had grasped only after cultivating his way up from a servant disciple and repeatedly escaping danger with the Little Cang Realm. Yet here, in a corner of the vast Boundary Sea, he found it confirmed in a being who could not even be considered "human."
To see all living beings, to see oneself-nothing more.
Though moved, Wang Ba did not lower his guard. Pondering the method the other had described, he followed the Double Pupils Daoist swiftly between the Bone