The Virtual Godhead Long Huang had left behind did not last long.
Long Huang was already dead. Without his consciousness to guide it, the Virtual Godhead he had left behind immediately began to crack. Then, with a snap, it shattered into dust and vanished completely.
Ning Xiaochuan witnessed everything, but a look of fear began to surface on his face.
Shadow's weak voice came over, urgently pressing Ning Xiaochuan. "Ning Xiaochuan, what exactly was in that brat's memories? Hurry up and tell me."
He had expended the energy of his consciousness body precisely to obtain what was hidden in Long Huang's memories.
"His memories..."
Ning Xiaochuan paused with a grave expression before continuing, "His memories were almost entirely scenes of war. From the moment he was born, all he saw were countless experts slaughtering one another. Vast, incomparably magnificent palaces floating in the sky were smashed into fragments, then fell like rain. One powerful expert after another was slain. Every one of them possessed the power to turn heaven and earth upside down. Once their corpses fell to the ground, they turned that land into a dead zone."
Shadow said in astonishment, "This was a war of gods? Why were that brat's memories filled with scenes like this? Could it be that civil strife broke out within the Truth Heavenly Kingdom?"
Ning Xiaochuan pondered for a moment, then nodded. "That should be it. From what I learned from his memories, the Truth Heavenly Kingdom should have split into two factions. One was ruled by the Feng imperial family, the Truth Heavenly Kingdom's original rulers. The other was ruled by a group of rebels empowered by faith. These rebels pursued strength and absolute class rule. They hoped the Truth Heavenly Kingdom could become the supreme existence and treat all other Eighth-Grade