Xuan Yin drifted away, and the illusion peeled apart.
Ling Xiao stood where he was, his gaze dark and profound. There was no Jade Slip left in his hand, only a wisp of dispersing smoke, while Lu Yang appeared at his side.
The Heavenly Book should be the page missing from the [Hundred Lives Book].
There were actually words on it.
Lu Yang carefully pondered Xuan Yin's final words. Even with Ling Xiao sharing the burden of the Forbidden Knowledge, his thoughts were still somewhat sluggish.
[We rage that Heaven and Earth are heartless, that the Great Dao is unjust. Today, we shall make it just for you all.]
Who had written it?
That mighty figure who had left behind the Ancestral Dragon Estate? Had the [Hundred Lives Book] been his creation? Had Chu Sheng seen him and thus become certain that Spirit Transformation truly existed?
.No.
Si Sui had seen it too. Even the Nameless Dao Lord knew about it. Yet when Chu Sheng had proposed transcending to the higher realm, they had still dismissed it with scorn.
Why?
There had to be even more secrets!
At that moment, Lu Yang once again understood just how deep the waters of that broken place called the Light Sea truly ran, and just how black the Dao Lords' hands were behind the curtain.
One could learn the rise and fall of things from history. Using all living beings as chess pieces, suppressing Lower Cultivators, plotting against the Light Sea—when laid bare, it was all merely that. The darkest thing was that they had severed "history" itself, turning vast amounts of knowledge into taboos. That was the true foundation of the Dao Lords' lofty supremacy.
For the first time, Lu Yang began to consider a question.
Why me?
He had transmigrated here