Beyond False History.
As False History churned, the pitch-black cosmos—once merely a gathering of Images and interwoven Dao Lord wills—suddenly began to collapse, its contours growing distinct.
[Other Shore] had drawn nearer.
When every Dao Lord increased the mighty power of their descent, the originally lofty, unseen [Other Shore] would sink accordingly, drawing ever closer to the Light Sea's Real World.
Among the descending Dao Lords' mighty powers, one Rosy Cloud Light that gathered countless colors was being suppressed most visibly. It belonged to the Spell Dao Lord. Although the Dharma Power Dao Lord did his best to share the burden, the combined forces of the World Honored One, Sword Lord, and Cang Hao still weakened more than half of his power.
The reason was simple.
Is it Miao Le?
Within the boiling Rosy Cloud Light, his thoughts raced. I sensed earlier that he had begun integrating [Yellow Millet] into False History. Did he alter the course of history?
His thoughts carried surprise and doubt.
It should not have happened so quickly.
Miao Le might misjudge the specific circumstances within False History, but he, a Dao Lord, would not. He knew perfectly well about the enormous flaw in Miao Le's Dao Heart cultivation.
In truth, from the very beginning, he had never expected Miao Le to spread [Yellow Millet] throughout all of False History during that age of heroes gathered in profusion. His original intention had been for Miao Le to wait until the Great Sword Sect had slaughtered the world clean and Dao Heart cultivators had thoroughly withered away, then emerge to clean up the aftermath.
Nor was he worried that Miao Le would be slain by the Great Sword Sect.
After all, Miao Le's true body was a strange beast called [Great One], inherently possessing tremendous immortality. Against