The white chess piece gradually dispersed, revealing a woman who looked exactly like the Ancient God Li Meng.
"Just one question: how can I obtain the greatest quantity of Dream Law in the shortest possible time?"
Zhang Yang asked directly. This woman had essentially been symbiotic with Li Meng for hundreds of millions of years, and had even been Li Meng's greatest aid in becoming a Dream Law Heavenly God. She was a true encyclopedia of the Dream Dimension. The intelligence she knew alone was worth a fortune.
As for the information Zhang Yang had previously extracted from Li Meng, all he could say was that time had been pressing, so he had been forced to prioritize the key points. But whether Li Meng had hidden anything, no one knew.
Besides, even if Li Meng had not concealed anything, as an Ancient God who had lived for hundreds of millions of years, how vast would her memories be? Even if she only selected the most important information, she would probably need hundreds or thousands of years to tell it all.
Without an accurate index, what could Zhang Yang himself ask?
There were many things he had never heard of or seen before, so naturally, he could not ask about them.
Of course, at the time, Zhang Yang could have searched and copied Li Meng's memories. But after thinking it over carefully, he gave up—not because such a thing was too cruel, but because the risks and benefits simply were not worth it.
She was not an ordinary person whose memories could be searched at random, revealing every bad thing she had done as a child.
She was a chicken-leg-level Ancient God, one who had lived for hundreds of millions of years. Who knew what kind of memories were hidden deep