After Luo Zheng's figure vanished from the Immortal Scroll, Fox Woman continued standing there without moving.
From the corner of her eye, she watched the space above. There was a faint white speck of light there.
The white speck slid down all the way and burrowed straight into the Immortal Scroll's exit. Only then did Fox Woman breathe a sigh of relief and turn toward the face Luo Zheng had smashed to pieces.
Under Luo Zheng's barrage of attacks, The Author's face had been smashed into a complete mess.
"Lord Author, Lord Author..." Fox Woman called as she walked over.
The fragments scattered across the Immortal Scroll crawled slowly toward The Author's face, which was lying toward the ground, like reptiles.
Slowly, The Author's face lifted.
At that moment, its expression was no longer crying or smiling, but utterly calm.
"Are you all right, Lord Author?" Fox Woman asked with concern.
"I was born alongside the Immortal Scroll. As long as the entire passage doesn't perish, I won't die either. How could anything happen to me?" The Author replied. Having recovered, he actually did not take his anger out on Fox Woman.
"I wonder whether that act just now deceived the degrader..." Fox Woman said with some concern.
"It should be fine." The degrader let out a soft sigh. Compared with the lifeforms of the Four Grid World and the Three Grid World, The Author understood the monotony of the Wall World far better. That world had no thickness; everything was divided by length. Even if the Two Grid World gave birth to life after an endlessly long time, those lives would inevitably be the lowest-grade, most foolish existences.
In truth, the Three Grid World was already the absolute lower limit for the diversity of life. Its name alone made