"Is it merely by chance, or are you part of a drama staged for me?" pondered Wang Xuan. He had an unusually solemn expression. Could the people at the murder scene on the other side of the boundary see him?　　0

It became quiet as the killer dragged away the body that had stopped crying. The fire pit only had the faint light of embers and wisps of smoke rising. Wang Xuan stood still and pondered in silence. It was said that a special inner landscape was one of the greatest opportunities and the origin of transcendence—a trump card for the ancestors to transcend among myriad beings. But why did Wang Xuan feel uneasy? He turned and left, not wanting to stay at the boundary any longer.　　0

Everyone else was stealing time and cultivating. Wang Xuan practiced several scriptures of his own and focused on comprehending supreme classics. However, when it came to stepping out of the mythological borderland and breaking through the existing theoretical limits, he was still clueless. He found it difficult to take the final step. Even though several supreme scriptures were laid out before him, he couldn't utilize them. The twelfth stage seemed like it shouldn't exist; it had surpassed the scope of these scriptures.　　0

Finally, he resumed practicing the Golden Cicada Technique, Butterfly...0