From sects and clans below, to nations and peoples above, all resemble a colossal entity, possessing a common will, integrating endless individuals.
At this moment, they seem like a different kind of being, both loose and cohesive, scattered yet unified.
In this world, if there existed such a technique...
"He who can unify all techniques is the True King of the Great Dao!?"
It was late at night. Zhang Fan sat at the head of his bed, recalling the words of Zhou Yi during the day, as the bright moonlight spilled through the window onto him.
"Zhang Fan, what are you thinking about?"
Beside him, Chen Ji's Primordial Spirit drifted over, whispering in Zhang Fan's ear.
"I want to go out," Zhang Fan murmured.
"Missing your parents?" Ge Shuangxiu's head poked down from the top bunk.
Zhang Fan had been in Sanqi Orphanage for nearly a year, and most of the newly arrived kids occasionally had such feelings.
