Beyond False History.
A dim, vast net had been laid across the cosmos. Upon it, densely packed Images shimmered in ten thousand colors, illuminating the pitch-black universe until it was bright and clear.
Within those Images stood six figures.
Spell, dharma power, Sword Lord, Cang Hao, World Honored One, and the lofty Chu Sheng—the Dao Lords who ruled the Light Sea had surrounded False History at its center.
They stood upon the [Other Shore]. Their true bodies remained unseen; only their gazes descended, their Images manifested. They were truly towering as Heaven and vast as the sea. If cultivators beneath the Dao Lord level were placed here, let alone a Heaven-Treading Great True Lord, even a perfected Dao Lord would still face certain death.
And then, at that very moment—
"Hmm. This is..."
A startled murmur suddenly rang out. It coincided precisely with the instant Miao Le merged [Yellow Millet] into False History, stirring the Dao Lords' senses.
"Rumble!"
In an instant, the nearly frozen Images surrounding False History came alive. The Dao Lords' mighty wills collided fiercely within Void Darkness.
"It is [Great One]. It actually did not die."
"That rare beast from back then?"
"Wan Fa, you have quite the nerve. You actually dared to nurture it, even helping it reach Late Golden Core. Could it be that you intend to have it attain the Dao?"
"Aren't you afraid it will devour its master?"
The Dao Lords' voices boomed and echoed—some surprised, some indifferent, some warning, some curious. Only the Spell Dao Lord's voice remained as calm as ever:
"To achieve extraordinary things, one must naturally walk extraordinary paths."
"Now that the wood is made into a boat, rather than questioning me here, fellow Daoists, you might as well keep waiting and see what this False History will