Yet while the "Supreme Holy Guard Army" frantically observed its surroundings like a cornered beast, Zhou Heng, through his repeated recitations, finally succeeded in gaining an audience with that magnificent "Master of Truth" in the deepest recesses of his own mind.
It was a bizarre sight utterly unlike any audience he had experienced before, enough to overturn any observer's understanding.
Compared with the "Lord of Rules," the "Lord of Time and Space," and even the "Lord of Lifespans" rooted in the boundless grasslands whom he had seen within his consciousness, the "Master of Truth" was not a living creature in any conventional sense.
It was actually a bizarre aggregate forcibly pieced together from numbers radiating an ancient glow and countless flashing "LV" markers of different levels, in a manner that completely defied all aesthetics and logic.
At that moment, the "Master of Truth" reclined in a lazy, elegant human pose amid that limitless darkness and nothingness.
Countless instances of "666," flashing with an eerie red light, formed Its slowly rotating eyes.
With those "666" eyes, It watched Zhou Heng before It from afar with great interest...
"Human kind..."
"Were you the one who called to me..."
"How many ages has it been since I last saw a living being..."
"What an interesting thing indeed..."
A distant, ethereal voice, as though countless cold electronic voices and countless ancient murmurs had been layered together, slowly poured into the depths of Zhou Heng's soul from every direction in that darkness.
Then the magnificent body of the "Master of Truth," which had been reclining lazily in human form at the end of the darkness, constructed from infinite numbers and letters, suddenly began expanding wildly in an indescribable manner!
And with every increment that Its divine body expanded, the previously relatively stable numbers and LV