Fan Lang flew through the void in a streak of light, crossing countless stars in an instant.
He had already visited many places like the one before, and encountered quite a few counterfeit immortals.
Slim as the hope was, it was still better than complete despair.
While flying, a familiar voice suddenly rang out. "Fan Lang, stop wasting your time. You'll never find an immortal. There are no immortals in this universe."
It was the voice of the World Creation Demon God!
Fan Lang stopped abruptly, hovering in the dark void.
Space flickered before him, and the World Creation Demon God emerged in snow-white robes, a faint smile on his face.
"Rather than searching for immortals, you might as well come find me. I am the immortal in your heart—omnipotent and unfettered." The World Creation Demon God spread his arms.
"You are not an immortal. At least, not the immortal I have in mind," said Fan Lang.
"Hehe. The immortal in your heart can probably only be found in dreams. Don't forget, I created this universe. All those legends about immortals are false. The world is only this large; beyond it lies nothing but endless Exotic Matter."
"Well said. I'll try looking in my dreams next time."
"Fan Lang, it has been a long time since we last met. After all this time, have you still not thought things through? You are a smart man. You should have figured it out long ago. I said I would give you three chances. Today is the Third Chance. Tell me your answer."
"My attitude is the same as before," Fan Lang answered decisively.
"Just as I expected, you are still so stubborn, determined to oppose me. I have given you enough chances, yet you have disappointed me time and again, testing my