Heaven and earth stretched on endlessly.
A shadow without form or substance floated above the Cloud Sea. It clearly existed there, yet no one could detect its presence.
It was as though they existed in different dimensions.
In truth, that was indeed the case. To Him, False History was like a ring of bubbles—real enough, but an environment that would burst at the slightest poke.
Throughout the entire False History, aside from the source where Si Sui was located, there was only one place He could not enter for the time being: Extreme Heaven Cliff in Jiangnan. A majestic consciousness, halfway transcendent, occupied that place. Even False History could not conceal its radiance, and He had no intention of stirring up extra trouble.
"No clues."
He wandered through the Cloud Sea like this, reviewing his earlier exchange with Miao Le. He could tell that Miao Le had not intended to deceive Him at the time.
"In that regard, he was far better than Ling Xiao."
After all, he was an ancient cultivator—easy to understand, easy to fool.
By comparison, whenever He dealt with Ling Xiao, He had to keep twelve parts of His attention focused, lest He reveal a flaw, all while considering whether the other party was lying.
"Come to think of it, where is he?"
The Nameless Dao Lord looked around. Ling Xiao's aura was plainly visible everywhere, yet his true body could not be found. This bizarre situation made Him furrow His brow.
Then, at that very moment.
"Rumble!"
It was as though some dust-covered riddle-lock had suddenly been opened with its key. The Ling Xiao aura scattered throughout heaven and earth abruptly found the one to whom it belonged.
"Hm?"
The Nameless Dao Lord raised His head, and a flicker of surprise finally appeared in His