The next day—more precisely, the "next day" as he perceived it—Wang Qi headed for the Heavenly Palace in the Clouds.
He actually felt that he should not have come.
After completing his attempt yesterday, Wang Qi had remained where he was. The God Plague Curse had been crushed by reverse-temporal information. This meant that he had already touched upon a mechanism that few in this world had ever reached.
In this virtual world, "location" had no meaning. And if Wang Qi could not use the God Plague Curse to hijack other "zombie machines," then this world's controller could trace his "IP" back and strike at him at any time.
Yet he had waited all night, and no divine soldiers or God Generals had descended from the sky.
So he had come anyway.
Though the current situation was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
Wang Qi had tried many methods yesterday. Basically, he had already tried every method available to him at this stage.
He no longer even demanded access privileges. He merely wanted to find a path to the physical layer.
At the very least, he wanted to confirm the current state of his true body.
But essentially, every God Plague Curse had met the same result. They had all been crushed against causality by a reverse-temporal bit.
For Wang Qi, this was not especially painful. He had been mentally prepared for it from the start. It was only that this spell had proved "useless" in such a manner, which made him feel as though he had miscalculated.
But that was all.
To him, collecting precious data was more important than anything else.
A reverse-temporal character was an irreplaceable research subject to Wang Qi. Since he did not dare infect a finite precognizer with the God Plague Curse, and