Chapter 24: The Severe Insomniac Returns to His Homeland
The deep space is infinite, nothingness, and silence. All worlds seem to have disappeared, everything seems to be dead, and what you see is like the kingdom of the dead and the scenery of the past.
Wang Xuan is on the road, this is his journey alone, one universe after another, like rotten leaves, scattered on the roadside, lifeless and dim.
At the very least, in the eyes of extraordinary beings, the heavens and worlds are different from the past. In the era of eternal silence, there is really no light of myth shining.
If it were in the past, there would always be some areas that would emit faint firelight. Now, looking around, countless universes in the endless deep sky are silent.
"I couldn't return home and was forced to run away. Who is that short-haired man with a crew cut?" Wang Xuan drove a boat through dark areas one after another, passing through multiple universes. The journey was too quiet, with no one accompanying him or talking to him.
, he could only talk to himself to distract himself.
It was okay at first, and even a person could endure it for a while, but later on, after months and months without seeing the light, even extraordinary people seemed to be "going dark."
No wonder those creatures who have lived for many epochs are so abnormal that they have survived dozens of epochs of dark nights and cold winters. Even people with no problems are prone to mental problems.
On the way, Wang Xuan occasionally parked in the deep sea and "docked" close to some large universes. Then, he took the path of the highest spiritual world and descended into the universe he was looking for.
He can't walk the road in the real world, and he can't open the cracks in the universe.
"When you are in darkness, your heart needs to see the light." He came to the world of ordinary people just to make himself normal, otherwise, he was afraid that he would have problems.
In fact, in his current situation, he doesn't need to worry about this, because he has just been on the road for a few years, and he is just taking precautions, fearing that one day he will sink in the darkness.
All worlds have been shattered, the mythical realm has no light, and is completely dark, swallowing up all extraordinary factors.
But in the world of ordinary people and the normal universe, there are no problems. Mortals still live as they did in the past. Even myths have never arisen in many universes. For all worlds, it is more normal to have no extraordinary universe. Myths are only a handful of worlds.
Just a variation.
Although Wang Xuan passed through the bustling crowds and crowded cities, he felt out of place. Even if he seemed familiar, it was difficult to blend in. As an extraordinary person, this was not his world, especially when there was nothing familiar in similar scenes.
On the contrary, some monster societies allowed him to stay for several days. He carried the golden-haired monster from the city with its bloody legs and chewed it. While greeting the neighbor warmly, he quickly ransacked her home after the neighbor left.
On a planet barren of grass and dusty, some kind of rock creature was yawning and glanced disdainfully at Wang Xuan, who was communicating with it.
"God, what kind of thing is that? It has only lived for thousands or hundreds of thousands of years? It's ridiculous and as small as dust. I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep." It looked down on the communicator and felt that life was too short.
Of course, the so-called communication is naturally a fluctuation on the spiritual level.
Wang Xuan was very surprised. This time he landed on a special planet and encountered this kind of rock monster. It can live for millions of years, and even the oldest one is already over 100 million years old. It is a real species of Changsheng.
However, that's all. They spend most of their lives in silence. After such a conversation, they will sleep for tens of thousands of years. Overall, they are not much better than ordinary stones, and they hardly move.
It's just more of a less clear consciousness.
"Retreat and practice? We have been in seclusion for millions of years at a time. Our ancestors have been in seclusion for hundreds of millions of years. Can God compare to us?" After hearing these words, Wang Xuan went away without any desire to explore.
It's just a group of talking stones.
He once again set sail on a long journey, practicing cultivation along the way. He rode a small boat in the mist, traveling through all the worlds, passing through one universe after another, and sailing into the distance.
"At the end of deep space, in the past, present and future, in the real place, is there not a single living creature? The extraordinary beings who are still breathing, come out and chat and fight." Wang Huang shouted.
This is the cry of a severely insomniac after the arrival of eternal silence. He really can't sleep, but he is still very energetic in this special time.
Wang Xuan tried his best to turn himself into a chatterbox, saying: "I want to go back
Take a look at the mother universe, but you were too young back then, and your Taoism was shallow, so you didn’t leave any coordinates. Alas, you can’t go back.”
In fact, leaving coordinates in advance may not be so accurate. Many universes are always changing positions and moving all the time. Just like now, although he left the coordinates of extraordinary sources No. 1 and No. 2, when hundreds of millions of years have passed,
After that, it was still easy to find him. Of course, becoming a true saint is another story.
"Silver-haired 6-breaker, are you following? Let's have another battle!" During the journey of the insomniac Wang Xuan, after every practice and silence, he would find a way to roar twice.
Otherwise, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to speak for a long time. Even if he yelled along the way, nothing was out of the ordinary. The mythical realm of the universe was completely silent, and no one paid any attention to him.
"Gods, giant beasts, and saints, aren't there any who can fight or talk? It's time to wake up, get up, and come out!"
There was silence in the deep sky, only a small boat, and a heavy fog that could not be seen by outsiders. Wang Xuan drifted across the ocean and went all the way away. This was a journey destined to be extremely lonely.
After the arrival of eternal silence, the true saint can wake up for a long time, but eventually he will not be able to bear the mysterious erosion and will fall into a deep sleep.
Of course, they can wake up during the process if they want, but they will be very tired after a long time, so they still have to fall asleep in the end.
A person without a goal will undoubtedly feel like his days are like years if he travels in the heavens and the world, traveling in the deep sky that is as dark as an abyss.
Fortunately, Wang Xuan had his own purpose and had a plan before he set out on the road. He wanted to get the most important scripture first, which is the accumulation of endless essence.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have collapsed long ago on such a dark journey.
"It seems that there is no extraordinary civilization to be found along the way, no miracles are born, no pure land beyond the six sources of myths, no civilization of its own mythical world.
"The brilliance of the past were all swarms of fireflies radiated from several sources." Wangpo sighed.
In the end, he stopped looking. Such a journey was too slow and did not fit in with the rush plan. He was afraid that he would miss some huge opportunity by delaying for too long.
At present, for him, if he talks about the fastest path, he must take the highest spiritual world. The physical distance is far less scary in the spiritual realm.
This kind of road cannot be walked by ordinary people. The highest spiritual world is very dangerous. Chaos thunder, 14-color wonders, vortexes of the avenue, etc. will appear at every turn.
The Transcendent World is barely deep enough for strangers to explore, but there are still risks. This is mainly a path that True Saints can travel smoothly.
Of course, in the highest spiritual world, it is not surprising that holy deaths occasionally occur.
It is mysterious and unpredictable, and there are certain variables.
"It's strange that the highest spiritual world has always existed. Although it is dim compared to the past, it has not been destroyed after all. There is no doubt that the lower and middle spiritual worlds at the lower level should be close to disappearing, and the higher spiritual world has become a desert, with only the highest
Wait until the spiritual world can be maintained reasonably well."
"Is it because there are infinite creatures in the countless universes that the highest spiritual world can be maintained?" Wang Xuan naturally has reason to believe that the highest spiritual world is rooted in the living, and it is the continuation and nourishment of their spiritual power.
this field.
He added: "Perhaps, transcendence can be considered from another angle. It originated from the highest spiritual world. After all, it has not died out yet."
Studying from this perspective, he said to himself: "In short, extraordinary origins from people's hearts?"
But he immediately shook his head. This is just one path, not very perfect and reliable. The overall source of the extraordinary should be formed by multiple paths intertwined and finally originated.
When the Source of Myth No. 1 was in eternal silence for 3 years, Wang Xuan set out on his own. After wandering in deep space for 6 years, he officially entered the highest spiritual world in the 10th year of eternal silence and began to take this shortcut.
Wang Xuan's goal is his hometown far away, the old extraordinary center that has lost all its halo and been abandoned by the source of myth for more than two hundred years.
Wang Xuan shook his head. He had personally experienced that kind of battle in the past and had to send away a whole generation. Thinking about it now, he still feels a little sour in his heart.
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And he went back this time not to pay homage to the deceased or to cherish the past, but for the biggest opportunity he could ever encounter in this life.
Long before the Great Migration of Mythology, the moment he set out on the road, he briefly hesitated whether to leave or not.
Now, he was attacked by the fake leader and driven away from the source of myth No. 1, so he could just turn around and go back to find his own most important path.
When he left, he left many traces in that universe, determined the coordinates, and imprinted his own royal runes on the higher spiritual world.
It is expected that just over two hundred years ago, even if all the worlds are shifted and the entire universe is changing, the old extraordinary center can still be found. There are still rules to be found and there is no disorder.
Sure enough, the highest spiritual world is full of crises and various variables. If he hadn't hidden in the depths of the mist and sailed in a small boat, he might not have been able to get very far.
Big cracks in the spiritual world occasionally appear suddenly, enough to tear apart the most alien spirit in an instant.
As for the 14-color wonder, it exudes infinite murderous intent. Even a true saint may be seriously injured if he falls into it. Before Wang Xuan could control the boat, he once tried it on himself and rushed in the spiritual world. He found that it was unbearably slow and hindered the physical body. There was still a long way to go.
Not as fast as in the real world.
"Being a true saint, I'm probably the only one who can travel quickly, right?" He said to himself.
Then, less than half a year later, he almost had an accident. A mental relic, with a terrifying aura, was fluttered in the center of the ship at high speed and almost hit him.
"At least this is the spiritual skin of the ultimate true saint, right?" That hideous skin still exudes frightening holy power even after entering his mysterious fog zone. He briefly observed, wandered, and quickly set off on the road. He didn't know what era it was.
There is no need to delve into the products left behind and trace their origins.
Along the way, Wang Xuan saw the dangers and the splendor and variety of the highest spiritual world, the majestic spiritual rivers and mountains, the boundless wonders and storms, the remaining spiritual remains, and many weird plants in the spiritual realm.
It's like a boundless immortal scroll spread out, and it seems to be a real world. Unfortunately, there are no transcendent groups living there, and even those plants don't have complete consciousness.
Wang Xuan traveled in the highest spiritual world. Even with unimaginable speed, it still took him 25 years to approach the abandoned old center. The main reason was that although he could have a vague premonition of the general direction, after all, he was still in the alien realm.
, there is always an error in the coordinates guiding him, and he needs to constantly correct it, so even if he rushes with all his strength, he will be delayed for a long time.
But this is much faster than traveling in the real world. Otherwise, if he takes the road into deep space, he doesn't know when he will be able to come back.
Finally, he was approaching, sensing the familiar world, and at this moment he was actually in a trance.
"What is this?" When he came to the edge of the highest spiritual world corresponding to the old center, he saw a line, which was dim and dull. He manifested the Black Cauldron of Eternal Silence and tried to contact it, and then there was a snap, and the line was broken.
"The line of cause and effect?" Wang Xuan was surprised, what era is it in, and there is still a fisherman? It is outdated, the source of the extraordinary over there has been transferred.
However, this is not really because he cut the fishing line intentionally, he just explored it a little, and it has already become almost rotten by itself.
Wang Xuan walked forward and entered this area of great glory and brilliance in the past.