Of course, the Neo of the ninth Eon hadn't been a normal God.
He'd been a Realm Divinity God, a level far beyond what most beings could even imagine.
But he had no memory of how he'd become one.
All he remembered was entering the True Blessed Lands, and everything after that had vanished.
The moment someone left that place, every memory of it disappeared.
Its location, its nature, even the circumstances that led them there.
He knew he had lived there.
He knew he had grown strong.
But not how. He didn't even remember where or what was True Blessed Lands.
And his Technique Spirit should've died when the ninth Eon ended.
Without it, his physical strength shouldn't have reached anything beyond Stage 6.
Yet here he was with a Stage 8 foundation, something that shouldn't have been possible.
'Did my Technique Spirit get fused with my body?' he wondered.
Nothing else made sense.
