Even with the help of satellite images, they still couldn't locate her. As though she had never existed in the world in the first place.
Because of this, everyone's disbelief made sense, as they couldn't believe that something like this was actually possible. Xiao was even more heartbroken. Many people counseled and comforted him his grandmother, friends, and even Xi Hong's parents as well.
But still, he didn't give up. Instead, while doing his work, he would spend a considerable amount of time every day searching for his girlfriend or seeing if he could find any trace related to her.
He did this every day, and just like that, a year passed by. But it seemed that all of his hard work and effort in trying to find her were for nothing, as no matter what he did, he couldn't find anything related to her.
And this was normal because if the best organizations and forces in the world couldn't find any trace of her, then how could he, a normal person, even hope or dare to think that he could find anything?
But still, no matter what, he refused to give up, as he didn't believe in just doing nothing and waiting. Instead, he would do whatever he could to see if he could find anything.
Xiao didn't believe in the philosophy of giving up. Instead, he believed in the philosophy that if there is a will, then there is a way.
And by continuing like that, he kept searching until his transmigration.
All sorts of emotions and memories flashed through Xiao's mind as he silently looked outside his residence, staring straight at the bright moon hanging in the sky, illuminating the world with its pale moonlight.
For some reason, he was feeling a strange sense of homesickness right now. But currently, he didn't care about that.
'Grandmother, Lin Fan, my friends, Uncle, Auntie, and everyone... wait for me, I promise. One day, whether it takes a long or short time, sooner or later...
I will definitely return.'
His face was filled with sadness, which was later replaced by burning determination.
'Also, Hong'er... just wait for me. Wherever you are, be it in this world, on Earth, or wherever you have vanished, I will definitely find you.'
Xiao thought as he made a vow in his heart. And to achieve his goals, he would do whatever it took. Now that he had a clear goal in his mind, he would do whatever was necessary to achieve it.
'Strength... I need strength. Stronger, I need to become stronger! I lost Hong'er because I was weak. I failed to protect her because I was a pathetic loser. I lost her because I was an insignificant ant. But not anymore. In this world, there is cultivation a Heaven defying path to resist and change my fate. Cultivation is a path of defiance. My declaration of war against fate. I will become stronger, stronger, and even stronger, until I reach the pinnacle of cultivation itself, or even surpass it if I have to.'
'I will not stop until I achieve it. If there is a mountain beyond mountains, then I will climb that mountain until there are no mountains left. If there is a Heaven beyond Heaven, then I will continue to ascend until there is nothing left to transcend.'
His eyes burned with newfound clarity as they shone brighter than any star.
'I will reach the absolute pinnacle of cultivation. I shall become the strongest. The absolute strongest, until there is no one left who can threaten me. Until there is no existence left in Heaven and Earth to challenge me, or even dare to look me in the eyes. I will become the strongest. Not immediately, but definitely.'
The reason he thought like this was because, from childhood until now, his greatest fear his nightmare Was the dreadful future of remaining weak. A weak, powerless, and insignificant ant.
Xiao hated it. He hated that feeling. The mere thought of remaining powerless and weak made his stomach churn with disgust.
The thought that anyone could crush him as they wished while he would be powerless to resist... Xiao truly hated it to his very bones.
Because of this, he truly feared remaining weak. The constant threat that there would always be someone stronger than him who could crush him. The constant fear of a sword hanging above his head. He truly feared and hated it.
But on Earth, there was nothing he could do about it because there was no magical or mystical way to become stronger. There was no magic or cultivation on Earth. Thus, even if he wanted to do something about it, there was nothing he could do.
So on Earth, he always strove to become richer and more influential than anyone else, so that no one more powerful or influential than him could crush him. He also tried to maintain a friendly relationship with the government so that they would never turn against him.
And even if they did decide to act against him, they would have to pay a heavy price for it.
The same applied to this world. Because this world had cultivation, Xiao believed that there might be existences stronger than the ones everyone currently knew.
Heck, even a Great Emperor might not be the end of cultivation. From what he knew, every Great Emperor in history might have ascended into a higher dimension or an Upper World.
'Truly a cultivation world, where even Lower Realms and Upper Realms exist.'
Shaking his head, he continued to think about the things he had found suspicious from his memories, which further proved that realms beyond the Great Emperor realm might existed.
'Immortals... doesn't this world have any immortals? And why do mortals address cultivators as "Respected Cultivator," "Esteemed Lord Cultivator," or "Distinguished Master," instead of calling them immortals? A mortal doesn't have much knowledge about cultivation or the cultivation realms. So in the eyes of a mortal, a cultivator is no different from an immortal a godlike existence who can command the wind and rain, and so on. From their perspective, a cultivator shouldn't be any different from an immortal.'
He squinted his eyes.
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