The turbulent energy of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique raged within Song Shuhang's body.
"Do you sense anything?" inquired the sword.
"It's uncomfortable," replied Song Shuhang.
He felt as though his body was on the verge of exploding, precisely at the critical point.
Without hesitation, Song Shuhang immediately turned into smoke. After all, he was well-versed in handling self-destruction scenarios. Pseudo-immortal mode was adept at managing physical self-destruction, but it couldn't shield him from the mental strain brought on by the data of the 33 unknown Whites now filling his mind.
This data included the entirety of an artificial world that encompassed not just mundane creatures, but every blade of grass, every tree, every mountain, every river, and even every grain of sand. It also contained information about the intelligent giants, their language, technology, hobbies, habits, and even their methods of reproduction.
