The source of False History.
Watching the Foundation Establishment puppet close its eyes and fall into slumber, its consciousness clearly withdrawn, Si Sui lowered his gaze and sank into a long silence.
Only after a long while did he let out a sigh.
"...Come back."
Before his words had faded, True Cultivation Dao Lord returned, anger still lingering on his face. Yet compared to his earlier breakdown, he had calmed down considerably.
The next moment, he bowed deeply.
"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life."
"It was nothing."
Si Sui waved a hand. "I merely did it in passing. The fellow Daoist who brought you here is a clever man. You, on the other hand, are a bit foolish. You haven't read enough books!"
True Cultivation Dao Lord's expression turned strange at this.
He was no fool. Though he had truly been somewhat shaken just now, once he thought it over, he broke out in a cold sweat and felt lingering fear.
Ancestral Dragon. That beast had originally wanted to kill me.
Since he could control that lingering echo-remnant, and I came here in a puppet, he could have shattered that remnant again while I was on my way back.
By then, he would still be inside [Heavenly Dao], but without any cover. Sword Lord and Cang Hao outside would surely notice him at once and slap him down. Good heavens—never mind that he was only in Primordial Spirit form; even if he had recovered his cultivation at the peak of the Golden Core realm, he would still only die a sudden death!
That was the real bottomless pit!
True Cultivation Dao Lord finally realized that he had truly walked through Ghost Gate once, and the one who had saved him was none other than Si Sui before him!
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