The forty-first day after the World of Earth was destroyed.
In a secret database room thousands of meters beneath the desert.
Gu Qingshan sat at ease.
A pot of Spirit Tea had been brewed.
Gu Qingshan picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, held it in his hands, and took a sip.
The Spirit Tea was fragrant and mild, with a refreshing effect.
Under normal circumstances, Gu Qingshan would drink a little wine to pass the time and relax.
Only when he needed to be absolutely clearheaded would he brew a pot of Spirit Tea, drinking slowly and thinking slowly.
Yes, he was trapped in this world that had already been destroyed.
Whatever had happened to the Earth Creator, it could not change that fact.
As a cultivator of the Three Thousand Worlds Realm, Gu Qingshan could naturally cleave through the void and travel alone to another world.
—But what lay beyond the World of Earth? The Abyss or the Nine Hundred Million Layer World?
Were any Abyss Monsters lurking outside, watching in secret?
How could he return to the Nine Hundred Million Layer World from here?
Everything was unknown.
Gu Qingshan finished his cup of tea and poured himself another.
He pondered in silence.
After an unknown amount of time, he stood with the teacup in his hand, walked to the end of the Secret Chamber, opened the large-scale data storage system, and began looking through the knowledge and information stored in this world.
The last time he had entered this world, he had already cracked its entire network defense system and obtained the necessary permissions. Accessing the system again was a piece of cake.
"Since you prepared this place, I refuse to believe there isn't a single clue..."
Muttering to himself, Gu Qingshan browsed through all kinds