Bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, with a misty haze rising from the ground, Wang Xuan strolled contemplatively. He gazed at the profound night sky, pondering whether the world behind the curtain belonged to a parallel universe or was it merely a mythological world temporarily constructed from transcendent material energy, clinging to the current world? 0

As the transcendent materials dissipated, unable to sustain the myth any longer, he questioned if it was more than just that. Perhaps the laws of the transcendent were also gradually losing their effect, akin to the physical laws of the real world losing their meaning one day.0

"Why have the Immortals returned in such a weakened state?" he wondered. "Is mythology just an accident?"0

The current correction of the real world seemed an irrefutable higher law, destined to revert all transcendent phenomena back to their original state. What then was the basis for the accidental creation of such a beautiful mythological mirage?0

Standing alone under the night sky, Wang Xuan pondered for a long time. Was there a real soil for mythology to exist beyond this vast universe? To understand this accident, he needed...0