"Where is this place?"
Fang Ming asked himself this question.
Then, as if he knew something, he got an answer.
"I know."
"This is... the depths of my soul."
"No, it should be something more core than the soul, the depths of my true spirit."
Looking at the space filled with points of light in the darkness before him.
Fang Ming seemed to understand something.
This was the depths of his true spirit.
And those points of light were worlds, one after another.
Why... because this was his innate talent.
In the Baiyun Sect, there were many geniuses who could cultivate for one year and match the achievements of others who cultivated for ten years. This was superior cultivation talent.
However, Fang Ming, while not as gifted in cultivation talent as them,
possessed a talent far more fundamental than so-called cultivation talent.
Because.
This was a talent that allowed him to traverse worlds.
His talent enabled him to traverse worlds, which was why he had crossed over from Earth to here when it first awakened.
It had merely lain dormant since then.
And now, stimulated by the completion of the Qi Yuan Gong and becoming a cultivator, this talent was once again activated.
Fang Ming finally fully possessed the talent to traverse worlds.
"Talent to traverse worlds..."
"Is this a golden finger?"
Fang Ming instinctively felt a pull towards another point of light.
Then, his will poured into it.
A very crisp shattering sound echoed.
The point of light drew him in.
...
"So, I've transmigrated again? Is this the second world?"
"Can I go back... I should be able to, it just needs... time."
Sitting on the steps, Fang Ming assessed his situation and concluded.
The reason he could be sure he wasn't in the same world as before was because even the environment had changed.
The first scene Fang Ming saw upon arriving in this world was a ruin, a scene of a completely abandoned modern city.
Then, on the streets, a group of creatures with red eyes and rotten bodies swayed – clearly zombies.
Under such circumstances, how could Fang Ming still believe he was in the previous cultivation world?
Clearly, this was a doomsday-type world.
Or more accurately, a world where a plague had broken out, turning most people into zombies.
—Fang Ming, having found some local newspaper materials, could confidently say so.
According to the numerous records in these newspapers, it was almost possible to deduce that this world had officially entered a state of destroyed human civilization—a small number of people might have survived, but the main bodies of nations had been completely destroyed.
And comparing the time records in the newspapers with the time on a watch Fang Ming found—the complete annihilation of global nations had occurred three years ago.
There might be some survivor settlements now, but there would no longer be any functioning national entities.
Frankly speaking, if Fang Ming had a choice, he wouldn't want to transmigrate to such a world.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, this world had fallen into a wasteland.
Civilization in a wasteland was far inferior to the previous cultivation world...
But being able to travel back made a difference.
Fang Ming could clearly sense that he could enter the space within his true spirit at any time.
Then use his talent to traverse.
As long as he focused on the point representing the cultivation world, he could transmigrate back to that cultivation world.
However, he needed to wait a certain amount of time...
Fang Ming vaguely felt that he needed to wait about ten days before he could transmigrate again.
Undoubtedly, this was a good thing.
Without a golden finger and limited by his aptitude, Fang Ming hadn't had much courage to directly reach the pinnacle in that cultivation world.
He could only say that under the same conditions, he could achieve more than ordinary people.
This was a limitation imposed by circumstances, something unavoidable.
But now, with this talent for traversing worlds,
Fang Ming had gained confidence.
Possessing one world offered immense benefits.
Even a zombie wasteland world was better than having no world at all.
Moreover, as Fang Ming saw from the points of light in his true spirit space, he could likely traverse more than just this zombie wasteland world.
The value of that alone was immeasurable.
"In this world... what should I do?"
Fang Ming thought of many things, but ultimately, everything depended on strength.
So.
Fang Ming pointed his finger.
Spell—Grass Cutting Technique.
A seemingly ordinary and weak Grass Cutting Technique,
yet it directly tore through and blew open the heads of several zombies.
This was the power of a cultivator.
Even though Fang Ming had only cultivated for a month and had only truly stepped onto the threshold of cultivation today,
he could still achieve this.
"So weak."
"Too weak."
"If there are no high-level evolved zombies, with just these ordinary zombies..."
"There's no way they can do anything to me."
Fang Ming's human aura attracted quite a few zombies.
But Fang Ming quickly eliminated them with the Grass Cutting Technique.
If he had used firearms, he would now be attracting a large swarm of zombies in pursuit due to the noise.
However, the spell was not loud, so these zombies were not attracted by the sound, but by Fang Ming's human aura.
The number of zombies attracted this way was not large.
Fang Ming dealt with them easily.
Compared to using firearms to deal with zombies, using spells was better.
After Fang Ming dealt with the zombies blocking his path, he walked down the street.
The houses along the street were already very dilapidated.
As time had passed, they had been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds and covered in moss.
Fang Ming walked along this road.
He intended to search for food and water. Mighty cultivators could abstain from eating, but a weak cultivator like him naturally couldn't solve the problem of hunger yet. Otherwise, the cultivation world wouldn't have spiritual rice, nor would there be the profession of spirit farmers. Therefore, Fang Ming needed to find ordinary food and water.
"Food and water..."
Fang Ming didn't think it would be difficult to find.
Zombies had a scent.
Humans also had a scent.
Fang Ming was a cultivator. Although he had only learned one spell, he was still a cultivator and possessed some abilities. He believed he could smell humans and find them.
But before that, Fang Ming was first surprised by something among the zombies.
"This is..."
Fang Ming held a small crystal in his hand.
The crystal was very small, but it had been taken from a zombie's head.
As a cultivator, Fang Ming could sense that there was energy within it. Even though the energy was tainted, it was still energy.
"There are really crystals in the heads of zombies?"
The reason Fang Ming discovered this crystal was purely because he had read novels where zombies in doomsday fiction usually possessed such crystals.