The Ancient God stopped thinking and fell into an eternal sleep... Without a powerful external stimulus, it would not wake until it had fully digested the Immortality Information.
After the Ancient God fell asleep, the Giant Minor World of its True Illusion, which wound around its body, began operating in silence.
An ordinary Eighth-Grade Profound Sage's True Illusion could manifest a city and portray every facet of its inhabitants' lives.
A Ninth-Grade Tribulation Immortal's True Illusion could already manifest several nations, and if left unchecked, it would continue spreading.
The Ancient God had gone further, directly conjuring an entire world that drifted within the Heavenly Dao Little Black Room.
"It's over," Song Shuhang said slowly.
"Just like that?" Phoenix Ritual Zither Master's Claw asked in bewilderment. Had this Ancient God, with its terrifyingly tenacious vitality, really been dealt with so easily?
"Sometimes knowledge works better than fists," Song Shuhang said with a faint smile—he was wearing a mask now, so he could say all sorts of shameless things.
Not everyone was as fortunate as he was, having formed a body of Pseudo-Immortality and possessing a whole suite of powerful cheats, such as the Confucian Sage's Eye and the Third Divine Eye, with which to peer into memories related to Immortality.
Nor could everyone enjoy the friendship of the various Senior Whites as he did, allowing him to face true Immortality directly.
That meeting with Heavenly Dao White had truly transcended the limits of time. He had projected himself directly from the past to stand before Song Shuhang, bringing Song Shuhang face-to-face with Immortality and laying the foundation for him to confront it.
"Let's go. I need to retrieve my things." Holding Phoenix Ritual Zither Master's Claw, Song Shuhang strode toward the Giant Minor World of the True Illusion.
Seeing Song