The night was enchanting, the streetlights forming rivers of light. Meng Qi strolled along the street with his hands in his pockets, indulging in memories that felt both familiar and distant. Not long ago, he had wandered alone and lonely through this city, its myriad lights illuminating the darkness, yet none of them belonged truly to him, and he had no home of his own. Now, although his figure remained solitary, his heart was strong, free from negative emotions, leaving only a sense of nostalgia and reflection.
Buzzzzz—the Myriad Realms Universal Symbol vibrated. He casually pulled it out and discovered it was a request from Prince Wang.
The fortune-teller never contacted him without reason—had some celestial sign shifted? Meng Qi muttered to himself before answering the call with a light chuckle, “Since we last parted, young master, your whereabouts have been unknown. What brings you here today?”
Wang Siyuan wasted no time. With his left hand gently stroking the calico cat beside him, he got straight to the point: “Which universes has your Myriad Realms Universal Symbol entered?”
Concerning the Fruit of All Causes, he couldn’t deduce specific details.
“What’s wrong?” Meng Qi asked, puzzled.
Wang Daughter chuckled, scratching the cat’s chin with a faint smile: “I just accepted a fortune-telling job and discovered the subject bears traces of the Primordial Wilderness Bloodline.”
“The Primordial Wilderness Bloodline?” Meng Qi asked while activating the Fruit of All Causes, linking to the Myriad Realms Universal Sphere, and pulling up Wang Siyuan’s record of the Myriad Realms Universal Symbol.
He didn’t think much of it at first, but upon checking, he was startled—Wang the Fortune-Teller’s divination task had been accepted from none other than Meng Xiaoqi, his own younger brother.
Someone on Earth bore traces of the Primordial Wilderness Bloodline?
Wang Siyuan smiled calmly: “There were multiple epochs in ancient times, and the Primordial Wilderness was one of them. The battle between the Heavenly Supreme Sovereign and Dong Huang Taiyi occurred during that age. The physical forms of people back then had fully evolved. Their descendants resemble humans in the True World, but carry a more savage aura. This manifests subtly in facial features and palm lines.”
“What’s so special about that?” Meng Qi knew Wang always spoke in riddles. Though he seemed to explain what the Primordial Wilderness Bloodline was, he hadn’t revealed anything truly useful, so Meng cut straight to the core.
Wang Siyuan smiled ambiguously: “The Primordial Wilderness Bloodline itself isn’t inherently special, nor does it grant innate strength. One still must train hard. However, it’s worth noting that despite the destruction of the Primordial Wilderness countless epochs ago, its bloodline still lingers.”
This fellow still hadn’t said the key point… Meng Qi inwardly cursed and asked directly: “I’ve already traced the location. If you want to know, tell me why it’s worth attention.”
Wang Siyuan didn’t hesitate, as if prepared: “When an epoch collapses and space-time ceases to exist, even Transcendent Beings may perish if they slip up. For those below Transcendents, unless sheltered by a Transcendent, the chances of surviving the destruction and reaching the next epoch are infinitesimal.”
“Transcendents protect their disciples and friends during epochic collapses, but how they do so remains a mystery to later generations. I don’t fully understand it either, but I know they would sever a portion of the True World at that time, make appropriate arrangements, seal themselves within, and then let those needing protection enter.”
“The place bearing the Primordial Wilderness Bloodline is likely a fragment of the Primordial Wilderness that survived multiple epochic collapses. It might be the ‘Salvation Ark’ of some ancient Transcendent Being. In the early ages, certain Transcendent Beings, Great Dao Adepts, or Legendary Masters might have awakened there, then departed for the True World.”
Was Earth a fragment of the Primordial Wilderness once used by some Transcendent Being to survive an epochic collapse? Thinking of the Primordial Wilderness fragment on Golden Tortoise Island, Meng Qi suddenly understood. That explained why worship of the Heavenly Supreme Sovereign persisted, why Dong Huang Taiyi’s legends remained vivid, and why many myths closely resembled reality with detailed descriptions and matching locations, yet lacked any traces of immortals—because the immortals had already left. No wonder the heavenly signs were blurred and difficult to calculate…
Had the Transcendent Beings who left back then set the rule that none could openly manifest divinity in the world?
Had they also altered the stories of Investiture and the Journey to the West?
Who were They, or That One?
Since the Investiture World hadn’t yet seen Lao Dan writing the Five Thousand Words of Virtue, but Earth already had, could this place be the “Salvation Ark” of the Virtuous Heaven Venerable?
Because Earth was originally part of the True World during the Primordial Wilderness era, it interacted with the current True World, leading to events like the battles of the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the Tripitaka Master’s pilgrimage?
Various doubts and guesses surged in his mind. Meng Qi’s voice unconsciously grew low: “You want to uncover the secret of how Transcendents survived epochic collapses from this Primordial Wilderness fragment?”
“This fragment? You’re inside it?” Wang Siyuan, ever perceptive, chuckled, “Of course, who wouldn’t want to uncover this secret?”
Especially since the Wang family had encountered strange, mysterious Heavenly Dao anomalies likely tied to the ancient past. Perhaps clues could be found within the Primordial Wilderness fragment!
Meng Qi hesitated briefly before replying: “I am indeed here, cooperating with local forces who are helping me search for clues. But results aren’t immediate. Once I find something, I’ll contact you to explore it together.”
“With the Primordial Wilderness fragment having endured epochic collapses and its heavenly signs in chaos, it’s indeed difficult to find clues through divination alone.” Wang Siyuan, unusually approving of Meng Qi’s approach, scratched his cat and ended the communication without further words.
How many famous immortals, Buddhas, and holy beings had walked out from Earth… Meng Qi stood in thought, then sighed. Though he now had a lead, there were no real clues yet. It wouldn’t be resolved quickly; patience was needed.
He composed himself, feeling increasingly relaxed after understanding Earth’s origins, and resumed his stroll, savoring the memories.
The night deepened. On a certain floor of a tall building, all the doors were locked, computers shut down, routers flickering faintly. Meng Qi walked through the office space, glancing left and right, as if seeing his former self lounging at the company, playing on the computer, his face illuminated by the screen’s glow in the darkness, eerie and lonely.
Passing through the empty campus, Meng Qi ascended the dormitory building, stopping at one room’s door. He ran his fingers over the doorplate, listening to the snoring and murmuring inside. In his youth, he had shared this room with a few rascals, leaving behind countless jokes and youthful exuberance.
In the county town, the high school campus lay quiet at night. Desks and chairs stood empty, each stacked with books and test papers, revealing the diligence and hardships of their owners. He, too, had spent his third year of high school like this, yet every break was filled with joyful memories—the happiest and purest times of his life.
Visiting his middle school, elementary school, Meng Qi eventually returned to his parents’ home. Childhood scenes unfolded vividly—his mischief, babbling first words…
He stopped by his parents’ bedside, gazing at their sleeping forms, smiling gently. He carefully tucked the covers around them, then vanished into the moonlight.
“Xiaoqi!” his mother murmured in her dream, unknown to what she dreamed, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes.
…
With a single step ascending to heaven, Meng Qi returned to the Yu Xu Palace. Sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, his mind was peaceful, whole and flawless, naturally propelling the inner world to revolve steadily.
Meanwhile, He Mu, who was meditating, heard his master’s voice in his ear: “Xiao Mu, come here.”
Puzzled, He Mu arrived at the Master’s chamber and bowed: “Master, what are your orders?”
Meng Qi now held a pale-yellow talisman and said slowly: “Go to the Endless Abyss Sea and bury this Yuan Emperor Edict Talisman at the ruins of the Asura Temple.”
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