Holographic ads forced to play on retina:
"Stop meditating! Certification from the Zhongshan Kingdom: The original empirical science of cultivating immortals is inefficient! Try the latest military brain computer, paired with Shichuang Technology's sauce-flavored elixir, and gain the same magical power as the Nascent Soul Master in three minutes -"
"So," Song Siqian looked at the collapsing void, "Is this why you took me through a thousand years? Let me watch an advertisement?"
The voice that called itself "Taiyi Yi Nian" fluctuated for the first time: "You will die in ten minutes."
"I know." He looked at the crumbling Songshan Temple with a calm tone, "I just ask, how long will the Song family exist?"
"…"
Silence fell like snow.
Three thousand years later, under the neon lights, a certain boy suddenly woke up in bed, the orb between his eyebrows trembling slightly.
"It's your turn to answer me."
