Because he knew very well that "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" had sensed only the aura of "prying," not his own existence.
As long as he did not move, think, or form any thoughts, his will of 1eeee (crystal☆) would prevent the other party from finding him within a sculpture.
This was a duel between mechanisms, a silent, ultimate duel spanning a million years.
"Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" held the "Heng God of All Beings" in his palm, examining the statue from every angle, every dimension, and every level with those eyes filled with endless compassion.
Ten thousand years.
A hundred thousand years.
Five hundred thousand years.
A million years.
One full million years.
"Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" spent an entire million years observing, sensing, and probing.
And throughout that million years, Zhou Heng sealed off all his mental activity in a state bordering on suffocation. He did not think, observe, remember, or anticipate. He turned himself completely into a soulless stone.
In the end, "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" still failed to discover anything unusual about the "Heng God of All Beings."
He slowly returned the statue to its original place. The sharp light in his divine eyes gradually faded, and they lowered once more, compassionate and profound.
"What exactly is going on..."
"Why did I sense someone watching..."
"Prying into my plans..."
The low voice echoed through the void, carrying a trace of rare confusion.
"Eighty million years... another four hundred and twenty million years..."
His words inadvertently revealed that crucial time node. Then, "Lord of Compassion · ...%￥%...￥ · (*^▽^*) · (•́へ•́╬) · Yixuxi" closed his eyes again, resuming the posture