Kent Clark stood inside the vast chamber of the Devil Mountain, facing Elder Mahavir's spirit form. Despite the serene surroundings, a heavy pressure filled the air. The tomb-like structure behind Mahavir exuded an aura of ancient power, as if it had witnessed countless eras pass by.
"Ask whatever doubts you have, Kent Clark. You are my benefactor now," Elder Mahavir said, his voice deep and calm.
Kent hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "The War God told me that your tomb has been here for centuries. But you… you're still alive in the Immortal World?"
Elder Mahavir nodded. "Yes. From your perspective, it has been millions of years."
Kent's eyes widened in shock. "Millions of years? That's impossible! Even immortals would fear such an enormous passage of time. Surely, your relatives, your original body… they must be long gone?"
