During the process of divergent thinking, those wandering thoughts sometimes surface and sometimes sink to the bottom of the heart.

"After this is all over, I need to buy a notebook and pen to record my thoughts. It seems like this world already has fountain pens? I wonder if they have ballpoint pens or gel pens... The outside world's industry is quite developed, but Ash City is still like the Middle Ages..."

"Then came the 'answer' from the source of darkness." Chen Jing pulled his thoughts back from the horizon.

"The Source of Darkness answered me in several forms. The only direct verbal response seemed to be when I first saw the 'Source of Darkness,' and I subconsciously asked what it was, and then I heard my own voice reply 'Knowledge and Power.' The second form was when I looked directly at the Source of Darkness, various natural associations would arise, always relating to doors, childbirth, darkness, the Tao, motherhood, and even fragments of the Tao Te Ching... These two responses weren't necessarily from the Source of Darkness; they could be responses I gave myself. The Source of Darkness possesses a certain strangeness; simply seeing it evokes various associations, and I naturally gain some knowledge..."

"There are two other ways to respond: one is to directly instill knowledge into my mind, and the other is to present me with images... Hmm, speaking of which, the first method is almost exactly the same in form as the way I regained my memories before I transmigrated..."

Just as several more terrifying thoughts popped into Chen Jing's mind, he finally saw the towering tree at the end of the fog.

It stood at the far end of Chen Jing's line of sight, like a peach tree that existed in a fairyland.

We've arrived at Meijing Taoist Temple.

Just as Chen Jinggang was gathering his thoughts and preparing to walk over, he suddenly heard a faint sound.

Those were shouts of battle, shouts of battle coming from inside the Meijing Taoist Temple.