Someone Jiang didn't know the stir he had caused.
He still hadn't figured out the significance of the Blessed Land.
Having learned a bit about the Hongmeng Space, he didn't plan to stay any longer. Because the current Hongmeng Space was, for him, only for the purpose of exchange, which amounted to meaningless.
Cultivation was the most important thing.
Leaving through the Gate of the Blessed Land was just a subconscious choice, just like his arrival at the Hongmeng Space... He had thought everyone was coming and going through the Shimen.
He didn't know what that represented.
What concerned him the most was a vague sensation lingering in his consciousness since he had woken from confusion, as if he could grasp something, yet it felt so far away.
Returning to his own Blessed Land space, he exited the Taixu Illusion Realm. He sat cross-legged and emptied himself, letting his mind drift.
That elusive sensation, what exactly was it?
Hazy, floating.
