I was actually one of the Three Corpses?
This sudden truth struck Ling Xuanxiao like a thunderbolt.
After he made sense of it all,
his body could not help but tremble, as though the entire world had collapsed at that very moment.
He stood there blankly, his heart filled with confusion.
All this time, he had believed himself to be a real person, with his own life, experiences, and emotions.
Yet now, he had been told that it had all been nothing but a deception.
He was merely someone else's substitute, a false existence.
Ling Xuanxiao staggered slightly.
He slowly walked to one side and casually sat down.
His gaze was hollow and unfocused as he stared blankly at a spot somewhere ahead, as though all life had left him.
Before his eyes, scenes of Shu Mountain continuously surfaced.
The familiar figures of its disciples flashed past him one by one.
He remembered the old man's teachings, remembered the days spent cultivating alongside his fellow disciples...
Yet all of it became illusory in an instant.
All the love, hatred, grudges, and entanglements of the past had become unreal.
At this moment, they all seemed so laughable.
He suddenly felt like a lonely ghost, drifting through a world that did not belong to him.
Yet only moments later, clarity returned to Ling Xuanxiao's eyes.
He slowly rose to his feet and straightened his back.
"If the main body is unwilling to do it, then I will do it in his place."
His voice was calm and resolute, as though he had already seen through all the vanity of this world.
So what if it was false?
Whether real or false, it was nothing more than an appearance.
In this world, good and evil were all illusions. Only power was eternal.
Ling