The old man disappeared.
Faster than Jiang Hao expected.
He originally thought the other party would accompany him for a while longer, but unexpectedly, the old man left just like that.
As a fusion of the old Heavenly Dao and a Saint, the old man should have been able to hold on for much longer.
Jiang Hao looked at the book in his hand, feeling deeply moved.
However, he still had an unresolved question.
In this world, he had already understood almost everything.
What remained unknown was the origin of the Land of Forgetfulness and the Realm of Corpses.
The formation of the Realm of Corpses was likely related to the old Heavenly Dao, so it wasn’t particularly significant. After all, when the world restarted, remnants of the old world became attached to the new one. It wasn’t an unusual phenomenon.
But the Land of Forgetfulness remained a mystery.
Perhaps flipping through this World Book would provide the answer.
If not, he might need to venture there personally to fully uncover the truth.