Time passed. No one could comprehend the loneliness and joy Green felt at this moment on his path of seeking truth.
The Witch Ancestor's path had diligence as its trail; truth's boundless sea had hardship as its boat!
Beauty? Ugliness!
Beneath the Face of Truth, everything was no more than a shell fashioned from foundational runes. It held no meaning whatsoever. Only the supreme nobility of spiritual will was truly great.
Within the world formed by foundational runes, Green roamed to his heart's content. Over several hundred years, he came to understand the birth and application of the Power of Trajectory. After breaking Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi's curse, item after item vanished and reappeared, vanished again and reappeared again. Green reaped harvest after harvest, while the words on the pages of the Truth Book swelled explosively at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Little Eight went through coffee cups, juice glasses, teacups, and wine goblets one after another. If outsiders had seen Green's feverish excitement, they would likely have thought he had gone mad. But Little Eight knew its summoned beast was about to level up again, and naturally reveled in it.
No feeding required, no education required, no investment required—there whenever called.
Other than occasionally throwing a little tantrum at him, this flawless top-tier summoned beast with limitless potential was practically the hallmark cheat reserved for a protagonist!
And all Little Eight needed to do was enjoy it.
Abruptly!
Green stopped his experiment and simply floated in midair. His azure spiritual body had spread across most of his physical form, its radiant glow accompanied by a supreme, mysterious pressure. He fell silent, as though nothing in the outside world could disturb his thoughts. The charm of his vast learning and wisdom was enough to intoxicate any wizard who