Chapter 1746: Chapter 1048: Sampans and Ferryn
Jiang Hui embarked on a brand new, unprecedented path.
This path did not allow him to transcend to the Realm above the Sacrificial Path; strictly speaking, Shen Yi’s Realm did not receive the slightest enhancent.
Yet it granted him an unprecedented route, distinct and unique, with an uncertain future.
Most importantly, the path Jiang Hui took diverged from the Golden Finger, or rather, he saw a new evolutionary route.
It was as if a minuscule, almost imperceptible flaw appeared in the system under the vast impact of boundless Faith Power, yet precisely, Shen Yi discovered and seized this flaw.
Strictly speaking, this system is incredibly vast, and even with more impact from Faith Power, it couldn’t cause any ripple, not even the slightest disturbance could appear.
Following this direction, Jiang Hui was unaware of how far he would reach, but there was an inexplicable attraction drawing him in.
Although his Realm took shortcuts under the guidance of the Golden Finger, his foundation and accumulation were no less than those gained from hard self-cultivation.
Even stronger, within the sa Realm, he could be considered invincible, able to dominate any enemy.
Yet a brand new path lay before him, and he should try it regardless.
It also serves to increase his cards and strength.
This road may have an uncertain future, but it is precisely what attracts him the most.
After all, the Sacrifice Path Realm is nearly omnipotent.
A re blink can make a Big Realm vanish, make ti tremble, flow astray, rendering everything aningless.
This Realm is inherently flawless, making it difficult for any external forces or events to stir emotions.
Therefore, across the long years, with endless longevity, even the slightest ripple should be tried.
Jiang Hui’s mind fully imrsed into this unknown path.
Feeling an unprecedented sense of detachnt.
His five senses were engulfed by the Chaos Fog, even the light of soul fire could only illuminate a few inches.
Here, there was no sun or moon cycle, no Star rising and setting, even “existence” itself seed obscure.
He felt like he was thrown into the beginning of the world before its creation.
Like a mortal standing in a thick fog on a dark night, as blind as a bat.
Here, ti and space already lost their aning, there are no dinsions, no sounds, it’s overly lonely.
The years are useless, regardless of how many years pass, the scene remains unchanged, seemingly eternal.
He tried to deduce his position with Divine Sense, but like mud cows entering the sea, even a ripple wouldn’t arise.
Hundred years? Thousand years? Jiang Hui had long lost his sense of ti, his white robe couldn’t withstand the erosion of years, fragile like yellowed paper, crumbling at a touch.
Shen Yi wandered aimlessly, not knowing where the destination was, nor where the end lay.
All he knew was if he wanted insight, he must not stop.
Otherwise, this path, which was never ant to exist, would be lost to him in an instant.
He would never encounter it again.
After countless chaotic days and nights, one day, Jiang Hui suddenly felt a wave of dampness underfoot.
By his ears, vaguely, there ca the sound of rushing waves thundering and slapping against the water.
Hazy, not crisp, yet it was the first sound he heard in these countless years.
He looked down, still unable to see anything, but his heart unexpectedly cald, continuing onward of its own accord.
The sense of dampness quickly spread from his feet to his calves, from his calves to his thighs, from his thighs to his chest, finally reaching his mouth and eyes.
“Splash…”
The unimaginable sound of raging waves surged one after another.
He fell into a river.
Perhaps it was a great river.
Jiang Hui still couldn’t see clearly, before him was still a realm of Chaos, but he could tangibly feel himself drifting along with the current, waves pushing him forward, carrying him to an unknown destination.
Who knows how much ti passed, Jiang Hui’s vision finally began to clear.
A mighty river stretched before him.
The river roared and surged, boundless and majestic, its grandeur was overwhelmingly imnse.
He found himself in the water, feeling that the current wasn’t piercingly cold—instead, it was gentle—it was so gentle it didn’t even feel like water, this sensation was indescribable, as though cradled in the embrace of Mother Nature.
A sense of unprecedented tranquility.
Jiang Hui’s head erged from the water, while his lower body remained beyond his control in the river.
He did not resist this feeling, in that mont truly like a mortal.
The depths were profound, though the water’s surface looked as smooth as a mirror, void of ripples, the undercurrent was turbulent, causing Jiang Hui’s legs to sway endlessly like water plants.
At this mont, suddenly, a group of small black dots appeared on the river surface.
Dense, like sesa seeds scattered on a pancake, endless, continuous.
Upon closer inspection.
They were dilapidated little sampans.
A silhouette stood on each sampan, the boatn.
These boatn’s eyes were resolute at tis, bewildered at others, sotis troubled, or otherwise.
Without exception, everyone was pole-pushing, struggling to advance amidst the raging waves.
Thin and emaciated hands gripped the long poles, plunging them into the mirror-like surface.
On the closest boat, the old boatman’s face was like parchnt wrinkled by ti, waving a hand at Jiang Hui: “Young one, boarding?”
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