"Let him disappear, then."
Tu Shan Jun seemed to cast off every burden. He plopped down, poured himself a drink, and said blandly, "I have my own matters to attend to. I have no time to be curious about yours."
Zhengfa Ming Tathagata said devoutly, "This concerns all under heaven."
"What does all under heaven have to do with me?"
"I never thought the Imperial Lord would also resign himself to fate."
"Resign myself to fate..." Tu Shan Jun pondered deeply, raised his head to look at the sky, and said nothing more.
He had always been taciturn. The reason he had spoken so much with Song Zhong was because he wanted to know whether the development of the underworld had brought even the slightest improvement to the world.
It sounded somewhat better than before.
Zhengfa Ming Tathagata looked at Tu Shan Jun with compassion for all living things and asked sincerely, "What exactly happened on the day of the Alliance of Ten Emperors that left the Imperial Lord so disheartened?"
The Alliance of Ten Emperors.
Tu Shan Jun's expression froze.
That should have counted as a distant memory.
He still remembered the elder of the God-Burying Clan questioning him.
After the ten clans of the Yin Heaven arrived, that person appeared as well.
"Does the Bodhisattva wish to know what happened that day?"
"I do."
"Then let us make an exchange. Tell me the truth of the War to Felled Heaven, and I will tell you what happened that day." Tu Shan Jun looked at Zhengfa Ming Tathagata with great interest.
He felt that he was only one truth away from uncovering the ultimate secret of the world.
If he could clearly learn about the War to Felled Heaven, perhaps he would understand where those great cultivators of divine