These, naturally, were false, naturally illusory.
But to those within, they possessed a power that was undeniably real.
Only outside was it useless.
A single layer of narrative could depict countless layers of false narratives.
Then, these countless layers of false narratives could be nested infinitely downwards.
Because.
Within a single layer of false narrative, countless narrative layers could be subdivided.
Narrative.
Endless.
Narrative layers.
Upwards and downwards, infinitely derived, endlessly.
How could you be sure that the illusory sea you saw before you, the myriad worlds of the illusory sea, were not within someone else's narrative layer?
Fang Ming sighed.
This was the greatest chain of suspicion.
Calculated with such a chain of suspicion, perhaps even if he could one day reach the pinnacle of the illusory sea, defeat all the powerhouses of the myriad worlds within it, defeat the Myriad Worlds Tower, unify the entire illusory sea, and seize the origin of the Great Dao...
After achieving all this.
Perhaps, in the "outside," a True Spirit lifeform would converse with him.
"The illusory sea you unified was merely the illusory sea beneath my narrative layer. Beyond my narrative layer lies the true illusory sea."
"Congratulations, you have now transcended the narrative layer and can become a tenth-tier cultivator in the Heavenly Realm civilization... a cannon fodder grunt in the Heavenly Realm civilization."
Fang Ming could no longer distinguish the truth or falsity of the illusory sea.
This was the terror of a powerhouse at the narrative layer!
"Truth and falsehood, indistinguishable."
"The blind man touching an elephant, never seeing the real thing."
"However, even if not blind, upon reaching the peak of the illusory sea, could one be sure they truly saw the elephant? Could they be sure they weren't blind from another angle?"
The answer was certainty.
Fang Ming could only sigh.
The chain of suspicion could not be broken.
In this world where narrative layers nested within narrative layers, and boxes within boxes, who could see through the chain of suspicion?
No one.
...
Fang Ming was slightly displeased.
Although he knew he could never know the truth or falsity of the system, nor understand all these mysteries.
But experimenting with the system was not an issue.
"The system of this multiverse is condensed from destiny."
"Since that is the case..."
Fang Ming let out a soft sigh.
This sigh instantly evolved into countless sentient beings, the latent consciousness within countless beings, condensing into a "momentum."
This "momentum" was destiny.
Destiny on a scale as vast as the multiverse, under Fang Ming's control, rapidly created five systems.
System creator, Fang Ming.
"Consider yourself lucky, transmigrator from Earth."
Fang Ming casually pushed these five systems towards the transmigrator who had come from Earth.
"What does it feel like to have six systems?"
Fang Ming glanced back at the future trajectory of this multiverse-level world.
With just a glance, he had already reaped the answers brought about by his actions.
Satisfied, he turned his head and left this world.
He was merely an avatar.
This avatar's primary purpose was to find the transmigrator from the true Earth in this world of myriad heavens, the protagonist's destiny truly acknowledged by the illusory sea in a broad sense.
To achieve this goal, he would inevitably have to evade the pursuit of various super-powers that towered over the myriad worlds, as well as numerous native powerhouses.
The road was still long.
Thinking about how to evade the pursuit of those super-powers gave Fang Ming a headache.
The Foundation possessed almost all the root algorithms and secondary algorithms in this world of myriad heavens fiction. That collection of SCPs gave Fang Ming immense trouble.
To find that protagonist from the true Earth, searching within such a vast expanse of myriad heavens... the difficulty was considerable.
...
Chen Hao was a transmigrator.
After crossing over from Earth to this world, he felt a distinct unease.
This world was a world of immortal cultivation, where cultivators stood high above, wielding power far exceeding that of secular nations.
Even though his transmigrated identity was that of a prince's heir in an empire, he lacked the qualifications for immortal cultivation, nor could he obtain even the most basic immortal cultivation scripture.
The empire he transmigrated into was called the Cloud Kingdom.
The Cloud Kingdom had seventy-two prefectures, countless towns and villages, and hundreds of millions of citizens.
The territory of the Cloud Kingdom was vast and boundless, far exceeding any ancient dynasty on Earth.
Within the Cloud Kingdom, everyone was skilled in martial arts, and there were countless innate martial artists in the army who could leap over ten feet and scale city walls as easily as eating and drinking.
This empire, this dynasty, had been passed down for over thirty generations, with a history of thousands of years. The country was stable to the extreme, capable of suppressing any rebellion.
Logically speaking, having transmigrated into the identity of a prince's heir, with a prince father as a backer, Chen Hao should have felt quite good about himself.
But from the moment he knew that cultivators existed in this world, he was no longer satisfied with his transmigrated identity.
Immortal cultivation, immortals, what did these represent?
They represented longevity.
And how could the lifespan of an immortal compare to that of martial arts?
Moreover, the immortal sects here wielded power far exceeding that of the secular world.
Chen Hao learned from books that this Cloud Kingdom, which seemed incredibly vast to him, was merely one of thirty-six kingdoms in the northwest.
The northwest region was known as a desert on this continent, a desert of immortal cultivation.
Due to the scarcity of spiritual energy, no sect had ever established its base in the thirty-six northwestern kingdoms.
Their bases were in the central lands, the heartland, the world known as the cultivation realm.
The so-called cultivation realm was not a true interface, but merely a gathering place for many cultivators.
The central plains region was such a place, known as the Central Plains Cultivation Realm.
Multiple immortal cultivation sects gathered here in the Central Plains Cultivation Realm.
Corresponding to the Central Plains Cultivation Realm were the Extreme North Cultivation Realm, the Southeast Cultivation Realm, and the Overseas Cultivation Realm.
Among these, the northwest region belonged to a spiritual energy desert zone and did not even qualify to be called a cultivation realm.
There were no immortal cultivation sects in the northwest region, only scattered rogue cultivators.
These rogue cultivators yearned to travel to the Central Plains Cultivation Realm at all times.
Normally, rogue cultivators with the means, who refused to accept reality, would go to the Central Plains Cultivation Realm to try their luck for the future.
As for rogue cultivators without the means, who had accepted reality, they would retire in the northwest region.
These cultivators in the辟谷 (Bigu -辟谷期) and 开光 (Kaiguang - 开光期) stages, though the lowest-level cultivators, possessed true essence energy and were enough to be revered as supreme emperors by the thirty-six northwestern kingdoms.
Although the Cloud Kingdom was one of the thirty-six northwestern kingdoms.
Even with an emperor reigning supreme, an empire, and hundreds of millions of citizens, they were merely playthings in the palms of these lowest-level cultivators.
Cultivators who reached the Kaiguang stage each possessed the ability to destroy nations and dynasties. Mortal kingdoms were incapable of confronting them; even armies of tens of thousands of innate martial artists were like ants to them.