"By the way, what's your name?"
"Hehehe, just call me Little Golden Dragon with a Jade Face, Elder Primordial Spirit."
"..."
The miniature Shen Congfei was at a loss for words. He felt like he had just taken in an annoying troublemaker.
From their conversation, he learned that the other party also came from one of the collapsed worlds.
And it was a world with an Immortal Cultivation background.
Shen Congfei couldn't help but wonder how many servers the initial virtual consciousness game had gone through, and how many times its themes had been updated.
So much so that by the time it reached his batch, all that was left was the theme of post-war apocalypse.
If he hadn't later visited reality and expanded the theme, upgrading it to the interstellar age, he would still be stuck fighting a never-ending battle on that one planet.
"Hehehe, Elder Primordial Spirit, when are we leaving?"
