Xu Zimo found it hard to imagine what kind of look filled that man's eyes.
Calm, detached.
As though he had seen it all before.
As though everything in the world was a familiar sight.
Even imprisoned and suppressed in a place like this, there was not the slightest resentment in his eyes.
One could not even see any longing for freedom.
At this moment, he looked at Xu Zimo.
He was sizing him up with a scrutinizing gaze.
After a while, perhaps finding it uninteresting, he withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.
"Are you that living person from the Old Universe?" Xu Zimo asked.
Yet the man seemed too lazy to pay him any heed.
He did not answer Xu Zimo's question.
Xu Zimo asked again, "Don't you want to leave this place?"
"I can help you."
The man remained utterly unmoved.
It gave Xu Zimo an illusion.
This was someone who had no future of his own.
He cared about nothing.
Even life and freedom meant nothing to him.
No matter how one threatened him or rewarded him, it seemed meaningless.
In other words, neither soft nor hard tactics could move him.
That was rather troublesome.
Xu Zimo very much wanted to obtain information about the Old Universe from him.
But the other party clearly had no intention of paying him any attention.
After some thought, Xu Zimo decided to try Soul Searching.
However, Soul Searching, a method of probing another's memories, generally only worked on weaker people.
So long as an expert resisted even slightly, it could never succeed.
But with matters having reached this point, Xu Zimo could only give it a try.
His divine soul spread out, instantly condensing into a needle.
It stabbed toward the other man's divine soul.
The man seemed to