What is the meaning of life?

Xu Xiwang couldn't help but ask himself, and the answer was simple.

Cultivate, cultivate to the peak, cultivate to the ultimate, and then attain enlightenment.

Unfortunately, no one could give him the answer, because no one had experienced it themselves.

Xu Xiwang felt a slight tremor in his heart; it seemed as if he had seen a completely new world.

Different timelines, different lives!

Will the fates of these people be rewritten?

He raised his head and gazed at the sky, as if he could travel through infinite distances and see directly to the end of heaven and earth, and see the essence of the Dao!

His eyes were filled with confusion as he stepped into the valley, muttering, "Time, space, meaning..."

Xu Xiwang didn't understand anything about time and space, but he could clearly feel that there was a strange attraction beckoning him here.

It was a kind of guidance from the unseen world, which he could not resist.

He entered the canyon, where he was surrounded by darkness, except for the blazing celestial light that illuminated his path.

The canyon was dark and silent.

Occasionally, the chirping of insects could be heard, sending a chill down one's spine.

At some point, all sorts of plants began to grow on both sides of the canyon.

Some resemble vines, some tree trunks, some wisteria, some flowers, and some grass; their shapes are all different, and their colors vary.

They were writhing, twisting and turning as if they were alive, which was terrifying.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from above, sending chills down one's spine.

A hazy ray of light slowly floated up from the depths of the canyon, hanging in the air like a water droplet, radiating a mesmerizing glow.

The light was pulsating, as if it were breathing...