The woman in the stone tablet—God—had just sent out a message. If she wanted to receive another response from Disaster Lord "Prison," she would have to wait another forty years.
Wang Xuan was deeply impressed. God and Prison seemed calm about such a long wait, as if they were used to it. Perhaps that was the tranquil aura unique to beings who had witnessed cosmic birth and death, and the changing of countless eras.
Although Has Some Problems had not received answers, Wang Xuan already had the answer in his heart.
"Across an ocean of universes, endless time and space, with not even the slightest connection to the Real World—such a distance is beyond description, yet communication is still possible. That alone confirms one thing: the Dao is unique!"
Wang Xuan Pondered. Communication between Disaster Lord-level Beings in two different places took the form of Great Dao entanglement; otherwise, it would have been fundamentally impossible.
"In theory, even across countless universes and spacetime, instant communication should be possible in a state of Great Dao entanglement. But there is interference along the way—countless Natural Disaster Phenomena. Disaster Lords need to decipher and convert them, which consumes far too much time."
After receiving feedback from his incarnation, Wang Xuan withdrew his thoughts. There was no need to pay attention to it for now; he would see what happened forty years later.
In the Yin Six Realm, no living being could threaten him anymore. All True Kings were injured, and none of them could stop him if they faced him alone.
Now, he was experiencing the Great Carefree Journey.
At noon, he went to the Ma Family to mooch a meal. At this level, who still cooked meals? Yet the moment he opened his mouth, it was "Sister Zhaoyue," making Hong Xiu roll