Silence descended upon the surroundings.
The enormous blue eye hovered above Tian Yongheng, its pupil reflecting the endless River of Time. Countless principles of the Dao of Time flowed across its surface, weaving together the past, present, and future into patterns that no ordinary Immortal could hope to comprehend.
For a long while, it did not respond.
Then, that vast voice resounded within Tian Yongheng's consciousness once again.
"I have neither the need nor the intention to tell you."
Tian Yongheng's expression stiffened slightly.
He had anticipated that the other party might refuse to answer, but hearing such an indifferent response still left him feeling somewhat helpless.
The existence before him was simply too terrifying.
Even after becoming an Earth Immortal, he could not perceive the slightest trace of its true nature, let alone determine whether he possessed even the slightest possibility of escaping.
