"[Real]..."
As Zhang Fan comprehended more, he felt increasingly unsettled.
He marveled at the endless mysteries of the True and False Dao, yet felt a slight bitterness because it didn't truly belong to him.
Like a peerless beauty in front of him, he could only feast his eyes in vain.
In his feeling of emptiness and loss, Zhang Fan's mind suddenly stirred: "However, who truly owns the True and False Dao is still unknown. Even if the person behind the scenes sees us as pawns, they ultimately gave us the opportunity to contact [Real]."
"There's no corner of a wall in the world that can't be pried open..."
Quickly regaining his spirit, Zhang Fan devoted himself wholeheartedly to comprehending the changes between True and False.
Halfway out of the shackles, he realized that besides direct plundering through mutual slaughter, personal understanding could equally enhance the comprehension of True and False changes.
