``` [You opened the Chat Group and found that Wu Yong had tagged you. His message read:]
[[Level Nine Civilization] Wu Yong:]
["@[Supreme True Realm] Chen Fan, have you been struggling lately with a lack of information and nowhere to put all your cultivation to use? Seriousing~"]
[You were puzzled—wasn't Wu Yong usually a man of few words?]
[Had he discovered something important?]
[Why had he suddenly tagged you?]
[You typed:]
[[Supreme True Realm] Chen Fan:]
["You're right about my current situation. But it isn't exactly hard to guess, either. Just tell me what important business you have! Seriousing~×4"]
[Indeed, setting everything else aside, Wu Yong's [Future Riddle Machine] alone could reveal your circumstances. And that was without considering whatever even more heaven-defying "Tool" he was probably cooking up!]
[So, since he had said that, he certainly had something else to discuss.]
[This hunk of iron really seemed utterly devoid of emotion. How had he even forgotten how to hold a conversation...]
[[Level Nine Civilization] Wu Yong: "In that case, I'll get straight to the point—I suggest you visit the [Gods and Devils Realms]!"]
[You: "..."]
[If Wang Hao had said that, or the now-dead Li Ping, you would have fucking unleashed a torrent of abuse without another word.]
[The events of the [tenth ordinary simulation] were still vivid in your mind.]
[—Li Ping had secretly planned to lure the Simulated Clone into the [Gods and Devils Realms], where he lived, and kill the clone there. The situation had truly been nine chances of death against one chance of survival.]
[A higher-dimensional being had used some ability to directly affect the Simulated Clone inside your life-bound divine ability, the [true-false supreme realm]. That simulation had come within a hair's breadth of ending prematurely.]
[If the [purple talent: I Am the