The Sound and Appearance Remain

Countless people who had followed Yan Nu for a long time widened their eyes.

Luo Yan was even more stunned to the absolute limit: "Impossible..."

He stared fixedly at the place where Yan Nu had vanished, harboring a lingering sense that Yan Nu would rematerialize on the spot the very next moment.

Yet nothing happened. Not the slightest stir.

As for the Grey Emperor, the moment Yan Nu vanished, he had emerged from the White Cloth God of Death space, standing bolt upright right there to witness Yan Nu's death.

The Grey Emperor's expression was very complex: "You really didn't kill me? Even when you chose to believe me, as long as I was willing to embrace Peace?"

"You were clearly so smart, yet when it came to your obsession, you could also be stupider and harsher than anyone else."

"You said those exact words yourself, Primal True Self, hehe."

Everyone flew into a towering rage, all of them finally realizing how insidious the Grey Emperor was.

The Grey Emperor's first simulated deletion failure, that look of lost fighting spirit—he had looked like a mourning dog, acting so convincingly and pinning everything on the untraceable Nirvana Heavenly Dao.

Of course, had it only been that, no one would have believed him. After all, everyone had long been saying that even if this fellow went to hell, he would use his own ability to crawl back out.

Yet just now, he had genuinely been willing to die. Granted, everyone knew Yan Nu certainly wouldn't let him truly perish.

Yet he had genuinely detonated himself, only to be resurrected by Yan Nu afterward, and then entered the White Cloth God of Death space without offering any resistance.

"You bastard, what kind of bullshit Nirvana Heavenly Dao? You were acting the whole time."