Romon closed his eyes and immersed himself in a certain world.
Everything around him dimmed, turning pitch-black. A moment later, a faint glimmer illuminated the world, and a great pond appeared within Romon's consciousness.
The world here was very small, consisting only of a lake and a forest.
There was no water in the lake. No, there was a little—tiny wisps of mist were condensing into water and falling into the lake.
Romon looked closely and discovered that the mist was formed of countless tiny symbols flashing with golden light. These densely packed symbols flowed slowly, drawing some kind of power from thin air, and then drops of golden water fell into the lake.
Though the lake water appeared motionless, it was actually moving endlessly in a cycle according to its own laws.
Romon stared at the lake, sighed, and stood dazed for a moment.
This world was neither Shennong Horn nor the Demiplane. It was the domain of Virtual Godhood.
Yet for some reason, Romon was suddenly seized by an inexplicable aversion. It seemed to rise from the deepest depths of his soul, making him frown.
After a moment, he released his aura anyway.
"Beep. Virtual Godhood has received the task: analyze Druid spells and skills."
"Beep. Relevant contents exist in the database. Connecting."
Romon kept his eyes closed as all the knowledge he had learned surfaced one by one. The processing ability of Virtual Godhood seemed extraordinarily powerful; knowledge surged forth like a flood, and it absorbed it all without difficulty.
Time passed. Gradually, green symbols floated around Romon's body. Suddenly, they seemed to come alive, beginning to communicate with one another and combine one after another... A gentle radiance flowed slowly as Romon kept his eyes tightly shut, utterly motionless.
After an unknown length of time, Romon