Zhang Yang's lecture had clearly been a tremendous success. From top to bottom, no one dared take anything lightly anymore. The immense worldview of framework—sequence—dimension—plane (world)—universe—world—living beings had simply been too shocking, delivering an enormous impact.
It was under these circumstances that Zhang Yang activated, with incomparable reverence, the memory orb that 05 Sub-Account had exchanged for with his life.
This memory orb should have been made using some kind of divine seal. As a result, it contained no memories from when 05 Sub-Account had first infiltrated the Thousand-Handed Race. Instead, it began from when 05 Sub-Account had cultivated arduously, survived the Heavenly Tribulation, and gained six arms.
The memories were extremely fragmented. They covered every hour of every day, day and night without pause—not even sleeping, eating, or using the toilet was omitted. Naturally, cultivation, the most important matter of all, was recorded in particular detail.
At first glance, such a meticulous record was rather boring, but everyone present watched with rapt attention. Half of the Sword Immortal Civilization's achievements had been built upon the success of the Thousand-Handed Race. Yet because they had learned through theft, they had only grasped many things superficially. Even after later capturing some Thousand-Handed People specifically, the information they obtained had still been pitifully limited.
How could that compare with this live broadcast that felt as though they were there in person?
Leaving aside the details of daily life, it was clear from the memory orb that 05 Sub-Account was extraordinarily diligent—so diligent that even Zhang Yang himself was astonished. Was this really me? Was I ever this hardworking?
The memories flowed on silently. Then there were moments when they began to speed up and cut out. This was because 05 Sub-Account had encountered a Heavenly God-level expert among the Thousand-Handed Race, or