Tang Yu looked at Wang Ling trying to see through who he was, but couldn't. Though he looked normal, calm, and collected, the definition of everything but.

Mysterious holding a sword though it was a part of him, his very aura reeked of danger, his eyes deep without end. He was less yet more, this man whose name he had yet to even know was someone he could not see as a fellow human.

[He's no elf, no beastman, and his smell does not conform to the Devil nor the Deities… he's something else. He controlled space in moments, and overwritten the flow of qi, further stabilizing the portal. No one could do that, not even the Sword God in her prime could do that.] the man of mysteries defiled his thoughts of what's normal.

He wanted to ask, actually, he did as he turned to Chang Ping, but the only response he got was, "Not knowing is for the best."

"Don't you trust me? I may be… me, but Master knows I can keep quiet about important matters."

"That's not it, you'll ruin the surprise if you know too early. If you want to know, try to piece it all together by yourself, no one would stop you." Chang Ping did not stop Tang Yu from trying to know Wang Ling didn't really care if he could decipher it anyway.

If Tang Yu learned who he was that just meant he needed to further hide his identity. While Tang Yu dawdled, everyone passed him by as they stepped into the portal and into the Spatial Tear.

Roan brought out a mini figurine of the boat he carried and threw it inside. The moment it crossed the portal, the sailer reacted to the mechanism it had within. The Cosmic Sailer that was in its miniature form finished enlarging.

"Ehhh, Sir Roan, I told you we'll be the ones to provide transportation, this time, right?" Qinyang said as she held onto a miniature sailer she and the twins used to cross the cosmos with to meet the man she saw in her dreams.

Roan looked at Qinyang then at away, "Sorry, I forgot."

THUD! The twins dropkicked him.

"So that's the Compressed Sailers of the Primordial Races? I have got to say, I am not delighted how far behind we are compared to them." Cosmic Sailers were not something that could be contained in a miniature form like that, such runes were not accessible even by the greatest of minds in the Blacksmith Tower, however, the Primordial Races found a way.

These beings have existed for eons, they were older than the oldest ancient manufacturing method of weapons. They were there at the beginning of everything, thus, their boundless knowledge in the myriad of paths.

According to the legends, humans, elves, and beastmen were actually muddled after the Primordial Races. None had been able to confirm this fact, but no one refuted them either.

Everyone boarded Roan's ship, and did the confused and intrigued Tang Yu. When Wang Ling crossed the portal, he saw the empty void that was the in-between of space and time, the spatial tear.

Usually, it was a gray hue, but this particular path was golden. He turned to Tang Yu, "Do I have to keep the other end of the path open when we travel from here?"

"N-no, you can just close it. Do you know how to… do it?" Tang Yu watched as Wang Ling close the Portal with space manipulation. It was done seamlessly.

Keeping a Portal open takes a lot of qi and concentration. Even for someone like him the complicated mesh of space that was the Origin World was especially hard. Tang Yu would have answered sarcastically if it was anyone else, but listening to the freak that was Wang Ling, it felt like he could actually pull something so absurd.

In the end, Tang Yu just gave up. Not because he did not care, but because it was muddling his heart with dirty thoughts like envy and distrust, "I'm going to have a Heart Devil if this continues. Master, I'm going to have a drink. Please call me when we arrive at our destination."

"Yes, oh yeah, try not to make a mess of yourself. By this time everyone from the Major Families, Clans, and Sects should have arrived there. I don't want you creating a scene. Oh yeah, did your brothers and sisters agreed to come?"

"No, the Second Sister, Fourth, and Fifth Brothers are away cleaning up the Red Dawn World, the Third Brother entered seclusion, and the Sixth Sword is trying to find you thinking you were dead. Before you ask, I did already send him the letter informing her of your situation. Maybe the Sixth Sister may join us for later." Tang Yu spoke of the Six Swords of the Sword Tower and left.

Chang Ping listened to them and just smiled. The Six Swords of the Sword Tower were famous for not being a part of any major families, but instead students by the Sword God.

Months ago, when Wang Ling learned of this, he could not help but think how time had flowed. His student had students, but he did not question them as it was not his role to do so.

The Sword Tower was formed under the banner of the Sword God, and she held it up for millennia alone until she found suitable students. The Wang Family helped her in its infancy, but it was all Chang Ping's hard work. Knowing the six were fine made Chang Ping glad, [But if the Sixth Sword is coming here, then… I hope this congregation doesn't turn into a shit show.] Chang Ping did not want a repeat of the previous congregations.

The three Deities were on the stern of the ship, anticipating their arrival in the Origin World the next day.

"Are you okay, young miss?" the twins asked, concerned about her mindset.

Qinyang held a serious expression, her heart unsettled, she found it hard to resist breathing hard, but she smiled, "I am… but I wonder... will I finally get to meet him."

"…he will appear, don't worry, Young Miss... he'll appear." The twins said as they held Qinyang's hands.

Roan was silent on his side. The Origin World was both his home and a place of unpleasantness, he closed his eyes only whispering to himself, 'I'll see you again, my dearest.'

As for Wang Ling, he too was silent, but his soul and body weren't. His veins were moving on their own, the Overlord Meridians were howling his lineage bubbling as though it was excited for what was to come.

Angle was running around, unable to keep to herself as she sensed the upcoming world, she grew excited, "I remember this place!" she said, but couldn't think straight what she was talking about.

His soul thrummed, it resonated with the Origin World, and as Wang Ling felt his mind being overtaken, he allowed it to meld with his consciousness, "We are about to return—indeed we are."

The Origin World awaits its Creator.