"Zhou Heng..."
A majestic, tranquil divine voice echoed from the depths of Zhou Heng's soul.
That faint golden glimmer slowly unfurled and expanded within the divine voice.
Like a sleeping seed bursting forth with all its vitality in the final spring, it began growing from a dust-sized point of light, sprouting roots, branches, a crown, and the brilliant golden leaves that had once covered the entire Golden Age.
At last, it became an ancient tree of unfathomable height, standing directly before Zhou Heng, who was just over 1.8 meters tall.
That was the final manifestation of "Golden · Glorious Heaven's Will."
Though it was merely a projection of a wisp of lingering consciousness, its golden crown was still as glorious as a sun that never set, illuminating every corner of the depths of Zhou Heng's soul.
"This junior, Zhou Heng, pays his respects to you, Senior."
Zhou Heng did not rush to ask anything. Instead, he solemnly cupped his fists and bowed to the Golden Ancient Tree, his bearing respectful and his expression sincere.
No matter how weak the other party was at this moment, no matter how powerful he himself was, Zhou Heng never dispensed with the proper courtesies.
This was not a show for anyone. It was the instinct of being "human" that he had come to understand.
"You probably don't remember me."
The voice of "Golden · Glorious Heaven's Will" echoed through the soul space, carrying a faint trace of wistfulness.
"But I remember you."
"'Golden · Glorious Heaven' was my gift to you."
"I don't have much time left!"
"I have only three things to tell you."
The golden crown swayed slightly, scattering golden leaves that drifted slowly through the soul space. With each leaf that fell, the ancient tree shrank a little.
"First: we know