One dream, three thousand years.
William did not know how long he had slept, but as a Saint Realm powerhouse, he could more or less sense that he had been asleep for a very long time.
Of course.
Three thousand years was a bit much.
Three months was more like it.
If three thousand years had truly passed, even the cucumbers would have rotted.
Before falling asleep, he had vaguely felt himself being wrapped in something sticky. But when he woke up, there was nothing around him except for a savage, terrifying dragon head beside him.
In an instant.
The Prince woke up completely, no longer groggy. He could not help swallowing as he took several steps back, trying to create some utterly useless distance.
Fortunately, he discovered that the King of Myriad Dragons was probably not alive. He breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked his Status Panel.
"Fuck... that scared the hell out of me." William sucked in a cold breath.
He saw thousands, tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of notifications.
Through those notifications, he vaguely figured out what he had experienced over the past three months.
The two-word explanation was.
Getting stronger.
The three-word explanation was.
Very fucking strong.
The four-word explanation was.
He was fucking awesome.
He had originally thought that after devouring Little Black's Essence Blood, he might inherit a True God inheritance, such as Talents for every attribute and the like.
Of course, he had also considered two possibilities.
1. He possessed a data-based body. After that energy entered his body, it would most likely exist as experience points or in some other form, so he would not be burst apart!
2. He was already part of the World of Gods. He could not guarantee that he still had a data-based