Wang Wu could not answer any of those three questions. In truth, he knew how the Sole Great Dao was defined; it was the standard answer known to everyone. Yet after hearing the first two questions, he hesitated instead.
"Please, Senior, enlighten me."
"Don't call me Senior. There's no connection between us. You are a living being, while I am a Ghost Grand Unity—we piss in different pots. More than that, I am not myself, and the Cold God is not the Cold God. Understand?"
"I don't!"
Wang Wu shook his head.
"Pah, it would be strange if you did! You should know that the Cold God once awakened every fifty years, then fell asleep again. After falling asleep, its consciousness would transform into vast numbers of Vast Nether Tribesmen, correct?"
"In truth, there has never been any consciousness of the Cold God, and naturally no Cold God either, because the source has no consciousness. The Vast Nether Tribesmen you saw are merely special forms created from the consciousness left behind after countless living beings died. The lower-ranked ones are called False Nascent Souls, while the higher-ranked ones are called Ghost Grand Unitys."
"Cold, fire, wind, thunder, wood—the Five Realms are all sources. The consciousness remaining after every living being dies is taken away by the Twenty-Four Solar Terms and brought into the Five Realms. Therefore, these Five Realms are genuine, bona fide, absolutely authentic tombs of gods!"
"And this old man is a Grand Unity who died long ago. Hahaha, didn't expect that, did you? Even Grand Unitys can die. The reason you have never seen a dead Grand Unity is simply because your lifespans are too short. A true Grand Unity starts with an average lifespan of ten billion years. Of course, those trash Grand Unitys often only