"Is there also a Dharma here? What a coincidence," Zhong Shenxiu suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He thought of more, such as the homeland of the Second Yan Han Empire—the Eastern Continent, which he had also heard of, albeit only in a novel.
He further thought about the many worlds he had traveled through. Some places seemed different, yet some cultural customs and languages bore striking similarities...
"Perhaps... is there a real 'source world' that continuously influences the myriad worlds? Causing the influenced realms to unconsciously develop in a certain direction..."
"Or, is it a projection of my other self? Could there be a powerful being, incarnating thousands of forms, casting these incarnations into myriad worlds?"
"Or maybe... the theory of parallel worlds?"
"Such profound secrets of the myriad heavens, I'm afraid, are not something a lowly creature like me can glimpse into..."
Jing Fan had no idea that just mentioning a name had greatly shocked Zhong Shenxiu.
