The Domain Envoy was expressionless, his pupils sharp as knives. He was not unfamiliar with Shi Hao; the youth had been expelled from the Realm of Virtual Gods before and had even wrecked the Divine Arena.
"There is no answer to this question; you need to find it yourself," he said, and then his figure blurred away.
The Realm of Virtual Gods remained as busy as before, flooded with people every day, especially after the great calamity, when the zeal for spiritual cultivation intensified.
Starting land, the lowest and beginning place of the Realm of Virtual Gods.
"Do you know who I am? Little Stone was taught by me; he's my disciple. Don't disbelieve it, just go and ask around—the Realm of Virtual Gods knows no one better," an old man said, setting up a street stall surrounded by a group of youngsters new to the Realm of Virtual Gods.
"This old guy's trying to scam for coins again. What a joke!" someone scoffed disdainfully.