"Closer to you?" Fan Lang raised an eyebrow.
"That's right, closer to me. I am a higher form of life. Drawing closer to me will naturally make you more advanced, more sacred, far beyond what you are now," the White-Clothed Person tempted.
"You can modify me while you're still asleep?"
"Of course. This is hardly difficult for me."
"Then I'll think about it."
"Opportunity knocks but once. The first person to accept the modification will gain a Sublime Status, be remembered by history, and praised by all people. I'm only giving you this opportunity because I appreciate you."
"But I still need to think about it."
"Fine. Take your time. There's still some time before I wake up anyway."
The White-Clothed Person smiled, and the entire dream dissolved.
Fan Lang opened his eyes, his gaze filled with unprecedented confusion.
"Immortal Dust Senior, may I ask you a few questions? How does this World Creation Demon God compare to those immortals? Why couldn't even the Six Paths Demon Slaughtering Cannon damage so much as a hair on him?" Fan Lang asked in confusion.
Immortal Realm Dust did not answer every time, but this time, he replied, "He is utterly incomparable to immortals. The difference is not merely that between heaven and earth. However vast a gap you can imagine, that is how vast the gap is."
"What about you? How strong are you?"
"Don't delude yourself into thinking I will help you deal with him. That is impossible. In truth, I should not even be telling you this much."
"Why?"
"The person involved is lost in confusion. Only one who is confused can break through the haze and comprehend the mysteries. Telling you too much will only harm you, and it will harm me as well."
"All right. Then one last