Knowledge.
One of Ling Wuyuan's favorite things.
And knowledge from another spacetime, impossibly far away.
Its scarcity alone
made Ling Wuyuan love it all the more.
Especially when that knowledge formed a coherent system!
At that moment,
although the information in Shen Zhenhai's soul fragments was scattered, much of it lost upon his death,
the combined power of [All Things Known] and the [Torrent of Destiny]
still let Ling Wuyuan pick out all kinds of useful information remarkably quickly.
For instance, the special secret arts and cultivation methods of the immortal path at every level.
The finest among them,
by Ling Wuyuan's reckoning,
would, when measured against the Main Spacetime's cultivation levels, start at the Void Glimpse Realm at the very least.
It seemed
that when the powerful being behind the scenes had sent out Shen Zhenhai as a special pawn,
he had spared no effort. He had truly poured a vast store of precious information into Shen Zhenhai's mind.
And now,
most of that knowledge had fallen into Ling Wuyuan's hands.
It made him deeply regret striking so hard earlier and destroying so much important information outright. Meanwhile,
in that impossibly distant place,
within the spacetime Shen Zhenhai's memories called the Immortal Realm,
at the instant Shen Zhenhai dropped dead,
the being manipulating the whole affair from behind the scenes—
a man named Ke Mingyu—instinctively frowned.
In an instant,
as though struck by thunder,
countless attendants passing through the enormous palace where he sat, a structure as lavish as a heavenly court, dropped to their knees in terror.
Their leader, a female cultivator as beautiful as a fairy from myths and legends who had been dancing in the hall moments before, asked in a trembling whisper:
"Your Majesty, has our performance displeased you?"
Every word was chosen with extreme