Beyond False History.
Just as Lu Yang deciphered the historical fog Ling Xiao had left behind and saw that message spanning time and space, False History once again stirred with turmoil.
Then, the figure on [Other Shore] moved.
On the fourth level, the figure shrouded in vast, boundless light suddenly extended a hand. Infinite might gathered between his palm and fingers.
"Everyone."
His palm seemed poised to reach down from [Other Shore], to smooth the waves of False History that remained endlessly chaotic even now, and sweep aside the dense historical fog.
"If we keep watching, the variables will grow too great."
A simple sentence, yet every word was like a towering divine mountain, each a pearl of wisdom, poised to crash into False History and seek out the source of its sudden changes.
Yet before it could do so, a swath of Rosy Cloud Light formed from Spells intercepted it midway. Colors of light beyond mortal imagination intertwined in the Void Darkness; even a mere stray thread falling into the mortal world would have been enough to trigger the collapse of vast regions of Jietian. At this moment, the Dao Lords' great might was displayed without reservation.
"Cang Hao, why the rush?"
Spell Dao Lord's voice carried a hint of amusement. Beneath their seemingly amicable exchange, however, both sides were striking with full force and without mercy, driving the upheaval to ever greater heights.
Just then, a sword cry rang out.
"Clang—!"
Magnificent Sword Light, like a Bolt of Silk, cleaved out a river of destiny, seemingly intending to enter False History as well and see what exactly had happened there.
"Whoosh, whoosh."
The sound of rushing water rose, drawing near from afar. At first, it was merely the soft murmur of a brook, but it swiftly became the