In his childhood.
He seemed to have entered a dreamlike world, where cultivators could soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, battling all manner of extraordinary creatures.
He could also see a trace of something in the air that others could not. He did not know what it was, but it was exceedingly thin, visible only amid the mountains and rivers of those "tourist holy lands."
Just so happened...
To pursue that invisible thing, he and several friends had joined a tour group to go to a remote mountain range, said to contain ruins left behind by Prehistoric Civilization.
Of course, he knew that was merely a gimmick. His purpose had never been those ruins.
Yet...
That day, heaven and earth darkened, the entire world shook, and an alien behemoth descended from beyond the heavens.
They had somehow "boarded the vehicle," crossed the starry skies, and arrived in this so-called Immortal Realm... This bizarre experience might have drawn uproarious laughter if told aloud, yet it had truly happened to them...
And this young man named Ming Yu might never know.
His dreamlike experience was very, very similar to what a certain cultivator from the Ancient Era had experienced...
Ahead.
Chen Xun fell silent for an instant.
Yet for an immortal, that instant held hundreds of millions of thoughts.
They called themselves Blue Star People.
Not Earthlings.
Their robes were also not the kind of robes he had worn before crossing over. There were similarities, but they were certainly not the same.
There were many possibilities.
Blue Star was Earth, but its history had suffered a break in continuity. Perhaps civilizations had existed before, only to be lost and buried within the ages.
He had not crossed through space, but through time.
He inadvertently glanced at the drifting Ages