Elder Hei Xuan's speculation made Feng Qi's scalp tingle.
A virtual world?
Even though he had entertained similar suspicions before, he still could not imagine that the world they lived in was entirely fabricated.
Seemingly noticing the shock in Feng Qi and the Mist Lord's hearts, Hei Xuan smiled and said:
"Rest assured. Based on the intelligence gathered by my Spirit Race, the probability that our world is a virtual one is extremely low. I was merely confused for a moment. At least for now, I firmly believe that we are in a real world."
"Perhaps all life has a predetermined trajectory of fate, but I have always believed that it can be changed, and that it has nothing to do with manipulation by higher-dimensional beings behind the scenes."
As he spoke, Hei Xuan looked toward the Mist Lord and extended another invitation:
"Mist Clan Leader, pledging allegiance to my race will be a shortcut on your path to growth. Perhaps it may also be your one chance in the future to transcend the Great Era Advent."
The Mist Lord could not help rolling his eyes when he heard this.
"Are you confident you can survive the Great Era Advent?"
"No." Hei Xuan shook his head frankly.
"And yet you have such faith in me?"
"I was merely stating a possibility. Perhaps you may seize this opportunity to transcend the Great Era Advent and become the true god of the New World."
The Mist Lord looked somewhat speechless upon hearing this, then continued:
"By the way, how much do you know about the Great Era Advent?"
"Our intelligence is limited. We only speculate that the Pillar Gods who achieved self-transcendence and mastered the power of laws may have fallen because of the Great Era Advent."
"The Pillar Gods fell because