Da Xuan Martial Saint

Chapter 1419: Chapter 682: Wuxiang City (Part 2)

In fact, saying it’s real is a mistake, and saying it’s illusionary is also a mistake. In the Source Realm, everything is like truth but not truth, like illusion but not illusion. Almost everything here cannot be taken out. The only truly substantial thing is the Origin Power.

“So this is the Origin Power.”

Chen Mu withdrew his gaze, staring at himself. He could vaguely perceive that at this moment, his outer body was covered by a faint, almost invisible light. This light was invisible to the naked eye, but he could slightly sense it.

This faint light isolated him from direct contact with the heaven and earth. It was the first strand of Origin Power bestowed upon him by the Origin Dao when he first entered the Source Realm, enough to sustain him here for an epoch of time.

Chen Mu continued to examine himself.

Soon he discovered that his form had also changed. The robes on his body transformed into simple attire of a commoner, and his majestic face, akin to a Divine Spirit, also became ordinary, appearing no different from the Mortal Beings in this Ancient City.

“Forcing integration into this Ancient City, what kind of method is this, an illusionary dream?”

Chen Mu showed a pondering expression.

At this moment, though he originally had a form of Nihility, he was forcibly solidified into a blood-and-flesh form. Yet, ironically, he hadn’t lost his power, still able to feel the surging might belonging to the Nine Layer Heavens.

This was a state he found somewhat difficult to comprehend, possessing the mighty power of a Divine Spirit, yet his body was indistinguishable from a mortal. It was an extremely contradictory form, feeling unreal, as if his body were entirely an illusion, created like a vision within a special Secret Realm akin to a Floating Dream Realm.

However, Chen Mu was well aware that in the Source Realm, it’s like illusion but not illusion, like truth but not truth. It’s wrong to call it an illusion, and it’s wrong to call it real; thus it cannot be said, cannot be spoken, cannot be understood, cannot be comprehended.

At least for those in the God Realm of the Nine Layer Heavens, the Source Realm is like this. As for those who have achieved the status of Dao Venerable, whether they can glimpse the more essential roots in the Source Realm, he does not know.

“The power has not weakened at all, but the space within this Ancient City…”

Chen Mu gazed at the wide street in front of him, experiencing the spatial structure here. After murmuring softly, he couldn’t help but lift his right hand and casually swipe it at an angle.

It seemed like just a casual swipe, but he mobilized the Void Dao Power and also unleashed the power of the Nine Layer Heavens contained within this body. Normally, such an outburst of power would be sufficient to tear apart billions of miles of void in an instant.

But,

At this moment, Chen Mu’s casual swipe only managed to slice open a gap in the void about three meters ahead.

It wasn’t that his power had weakened; rather, the stability of the void in the Source Realm was almost unimaginable, even more stable than the Abyss of Eternity. Hence, even with almost his full strength attack, he could only tear a gap of three meters in the void.

Chen Mu then assessed his other methods, the most basic Void Shifting, which in one move could originally cross a vast Space Seat, but now could only shift about ten meters here.

“Indeed, like truth but not truth, like common but not common.”

After trying a few of his own methods, Chen Mu looked at the distant streets where Mortal Beings walked, a deep color appearing in his eyes.

Such terrifying Void Suppression Force; let alone Flesh-and-Blood Mortal Beings, even a True God of the Sixth Layer Heaven might have their Divine Body collapse here, unable to withstand it, and even a Seven Layer Heavenly Divine Monarch might find it difficult to move a step!

Therefore, everything here is indeed just an illusion.

Those Mortal Beings walking on the streets, the vendors hawking along the street, seemingly all of flesh and blood mortals, perhaps already extraordinary to be surviving normally in such an environment.

Just as Chen Mu squinted his eyes and was about to observe this Ancient City further, a voice suddenly came from behind.

“Brother, are you an outsider?”

Chen Mu turned and saw a middle-aged man in a blue robe smiling warmly at him.

The middle-aged man, seeing Chen Mu’s wary expression, smiled and waved his hand, saying:

“This is Wuxiang City, where outsiders frequently find themselves. I see that you possess extraordinary skills, with every move embodying Daoist Charm. You are definitely no ordinary person. I am Ji Chang’an, and I run a shop in this city, always fond of making friends with heroes from all walks of life. Since you are new to this city and have nowhere to go, why not come to my place for a visit? How about it?”

“Hmm, you might not know anything about this Wuxiang City yet. I can also take the opportunity to introduce it to you.”

After saying this, Ji Chang’an waited for Chen Mu’s response.

Chen Mu scrutinized Ji Chang’an closely, a few thoughts flashed through his mind, and he said, “I am Chen Mu, nice to meet Ji brother. Ji brother has remarkable insight; I am indeed new to this city and know nothing about the rules here. I would appreciate Ji brother’s guidance.”

He couldn’t tell what path Ji Chang’an, standing before him, belonged to, nor could he distinguish whether Ji Chang’an was an ‘original resident’ of Wuxiang City or, like him, a Nine Layer Heavenly Divine Monarch entering from the outside world. But in any case, he indeed needed to quickly understand Wuxiang City. Regardless of whether Ji Chang’an approached him out of some ulterior motive, getting to know the situation of Wuxiang City was no bad thing.

Seeing Chen Mu so straightforward, Ji Chang’an laughed loudly, cupping his hands in a salute and saying:

“Alright, Brother Chen, please.”

“Bro, please.”

…

A moment later.

In a spacious tea room, Chen Mu and Ji Chang’an sat across from each other. On the dark, ancient-styled tea table were two cups of tea. The tea in the cups had been drunk, and Chen Mu sat there, lost in thought.