She said.
"Someone who's been locked away for a very, very long time."
"So long that even the Great Thousand World itself has almost forgotten him."
"Who?"
The old woman looked at Lin Feng and slowly spoke.
"Pangu."
That name fell.
The hollow went utterly silent.
Lin Feng stood where he was, motionless.
Pangu had not died.
The myth passed down through the ages said that Pangu Splits the Heavens and becomes all things.
But the truth was that he had been imprisoned in Interstitial Space.
"The Consortium's founder did it?"
Lin Feng asked.
"Yes."
The old woman said.
"The Consortium's founder discovered that the Pangu Bloodline was the source of all energy in the sandbox universes."
"As long as Pangu exists, that energy will never run dry."
"He didn't destroy Pangu."
"He locked Pangu away and made him the ultimate energy source."
Lin Feng remained silent for a long time.
"Pangu is still alive?"
"He is."
The old woman said.
"But he's been locked away for too long."
"His will is slipping away."
"His bloodline, scattered across countless universes, is what little remains of his signal for help."
Lin Feng lowered his head and looked at his hands.
When he concentrated on sensing it, the skin of his palms showed a faint trace of dark gold.
That was the color of Pangu's essence blood.
He had always thought that fusing with the Pangu Bloodline meant growing stronger.
Only now did he learn that this bloodline was searching for a place to return to.
It was waiting to be sent back.
Back to its true master.
Lin Feng raised his head.
"I understand."
He said.
The old woman looked at him and nodded.
"Go."
She said.
"Raise your fusion level first."
"Then find the boundary of the Great Thousand World."