"Majestic as the water in the cup, real yet surreal like the flowers along the path."
Zhou Yan sighed softly, talking to himself.
That sigh carried with him the vanity of the human world, the vicissitudes of life.
His soul seemed to undergo a transformation with the return of King Lei Yan's memories, while an inexplicable shackle was broken.
Zhou Yan felt different, unlike anyone in this world or even this plane, feeling as if he suddenly inherited the ancient legacy of Earth.
Such inheritance was rooted deep within his heart, unshakeable and firm.
His soul had transformed, his mind had transcended, and all barriers in his cultivation realm had been shattered, which was his greatest advantage.
Yet with each step, he still needed to cultivate diligently on his own, building a solid foundation for his cultivation. The accumulated realms, although strong, were very prone to losing oneself, easily collapsing.
