Leaving that desolate land, Chu Zheng's figure once again merged into the Nine Heavens and Four Seas. This time, his direction was clear, heading towards the Central Continent.
He did not go directly to the Central Continent, but wandered the world, sometimes blending into the clouds like green smoke, skimming over vast stretches of blue waves, and sometimes cutting through the Gangfeng Layer like a star, overlooking the vast lands below.
Over forty years of time, a lifetime of change for ordinary people, yet merely a fleeting moment for high-level cultivators.
Chu Zheng traversed across the Nine Domains, his divine sense like an invisible net, silently capturing conversations from cities, marketplaces, even rural mountain folk along the way, slowly piecing together fragmented information.
A vague picture of the changes in the Lower Realm over those forty years gradually emerged in his mind.
