He fell off a cliff but unexpectedly gained a cultivation inheritance.

The instant he grasped the earth-shattering truth, Zhang Bufan felt no ecstatic joy at reaching the pinnacle of the Heavenly Dao; instead, he was filled with a bone-chilling fear and endless bewilderment.

He had indeed merged with the entire Chaotic Heavenly Dao and transcended the chaos, but now, in this mortal body in a higher-dimensional universe, he had completely severed all connection with the chaos and extraordinary universe within him.

Within arm's reach lay the myriad realms of the universe, yet now, with his mortal body, those arm's reach felt like an eternity apart.

An overwhelming anxiety swept over him, and he instantly recalled the data derived from the Celestial Court's mapping and deduction of chaos. A terrifyingly large difference in the flow of spacetime appeared coldly in his mind.

The flow of time in this higher-dimensional world is on a completely different level from the chaotic inner universe within my body; the difference is so vast that it is unimaginable.

With each heartbeat in his mortal body, a mere second passes.

This corresponds to the chaotic realm within the body, which is the vast expanse of countless epochs.

This is the extreme spacetime gap between higher dimensions and the inner universe, an absolute chasm brought about by dimensional barriers.

If this flow rate remains constant, even if he only sits quietly in this mortal world for a short while, the chaos within his body will undergo countless epochs and countless cycles of change.

Ye Qingxue, Li Qingshuang, and a group of Daoist companions and offspring waited for his return in the chaos, but with the endless passage of time, even the most steadfast Daoist heart and the most persistent waiting would eventually be exhausted.

They will most likely succumb to the hopeless wait, break the ban, and step into that mysterious and unpredictable ascension passage with no way out.

With this thought in mind, even more mysteries follow.

In countless eons past, countless powerful beings who had reached the pinnacle of their primordial state ascended to heaven one after another, only to disappear without a trace.

Chaos was originally the inner universe within him, while this mortal world was the true higher-dimensional world. Where did the beings within his inner universe ascend to? This question filled him with dread.

"No... I must find a way to connect to the inner universe and return to chaos as soon as possible!"

Zhang Bufan's mind tightened instantly, and he dared not delay any longer.

Once all his loved ones have ascended to heaven and perished, completely scattered, even if he holds the reins of the Heavenly Way and understands all eternity, he will only be left with endless regret and lifelong remorse.

The most urgent task is to figure out the rules of this higher-dimensional world, find the path of cultivation in this world, rediscover extraordinary power, break free from the physical constraints, and rebuild the connection with the chaos within the body.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Bufan hurriedly got up, pushed open the door, and headed straight for the depths of the Huashan Scenic Area.

He still held a sliver of hope, clinging to the idea that the opportunity to embark on his life of cultivation also existed in this world.

The mountain road was rugged, and my steps were heavy.

He is no longer a powerful being who can traverse billions of territories with a single thought and whose physical body is indestructible; he is now just an ordinary mortal body, thirty-eight years old, overweight, greasy, and weak.

Climbing mountains and wading through rivers, hiking and traversing mountains, is an extreme burden for him.

With his unforgettable memories as his guide, he gritted his teeth and pressed on, heading towards the valley where the entrance to the Immortal Sword Sect's secret realm was located, just as he remembered it.

After a grueling seven-hour trek, from dawn till dusk, he finally arrived at the valley around 2 p.m.

The sight that met his eyes instantly chilled him to the bone, shattering his last glimmer of hope.

The familiar valley, the similar terrain, it was still the same mountains and rivers I remembered, but the valley was empty, and there was no house that connected to the Immortal Sword Sect's secret realm.

Looking around, the grass and trees are ordinary, the rocks are common, and the landscape is empty and desolate—a pure and mundane wilderness.

He held his breath and focused his mind, but could not sense any spiritual energy.

This place is purely ordinary, without a trace of divine presence.

Zhang Bufan instantly saw through the cruel truth.

In this higher-dimensional world, in this mortal body, the trajectory of his previous life completely overlapped with that of his mortal past life, without any difference.

But from this day forward, the trajectory of fate has completely diverged, and she has broken free from her original destiny.

In this world, there are no old paths to follow, no old connections to seek.

Overwhelmed with a sense of melancholy, Zhang Bufan lost all interest in sightseeing. His heart heavy, he turned and went back.

He was exhausted and his steps were faltering. By the time he finally made it back to the guesthouse, it was already completely dark and night had fallen over the mountains.

His stomach was growling with hunger, and his body's exhaustion and physiological instincts constantly reminded him of his mortal status.

He finally accepted reality.

At this moment, he is just an ordinary person who needs to eat grains, experience birth and aging, and be bound by worldly affairs.

He ate something simple at the guesthouse, then hurriedly returned to his room, sat on the bed, and picked up his phone.

Since the old path is broken and the chance to become an immortal is gone, he will start from scratch and search for all extraordinary possibilities.

The phone screen flickered, and countless complex cultivation systems, fictional novels, folk secret techniques, and martial arts discussions flooded into my mind.

The sheer volume of information is chaotic, confusing, and difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, with varying quality.

But just as he was quickly browsing and absorbing information, Zhang Bufan suddenly noticed something unusual about his body.

From the moment he woke up this morning until now, every scene and every detail he has experienced is clearly imprinted in his mind, vivid in his memory.

I just browsed through hundreds of thousands of words of complex information. I only skimmed through it once, but I remembered every word, sentence, and even the punctuation marks clearly.

Such a photographic memory could never exist in an ordinary 38-year-old mortal.

The brain of an ordinary mortal could not possibly contain his vast cultivation memories spanning billions of epochs.

Before going to sleep last night, I knew that this body did not possess such heaven-defying abilities; it was just an ordinary, mediocre mortal.

The only variable is his ultimate transformation of merging with the Chaos Heavenly Dao and achieving dimensional transcendence!

The fusion with the Heavenly Dao and the sublimation of the soul at that moment had already subtly transformed the brain of this mortal body and strengthened his soul.

Though it appears to be a mortal body, its spirit has already transcended the mundane.

In this world, the path to the extraordinary still exists!

In the pitch-black room, Zhang Bufan's previously depressed mood suddenly soared, and his endless confusion was completely dispelled.

He will surely be able to find the extraordinary path to this higher-dimensional world, rebuild the channel connecting the chaotic inner universe within his body, and see his loved ones again!