At this point in True History, not long after Lu Yang's attempt to breach False History, on the second day after True Cultivation's death, the aftershocks of the Dao Lords' clash were gradually fading.
[Other Shore] Fifth Layer.
No longer lofty and transcendent, the towering, majestic figure stood with his hands behind his back. What seemed like the passage of ages flowed through his eyes as he stared fixedly at the Karmic Net.
In his hands, he conspicuously held a book shining with Golden Light. Its pages rustled as they turned, countless words faintly visible intertwining across them. Layer upon layer of light and shadow seemed to outline a pair of icy eyes, which peered through the pages and scrutinized everything beyond the book.
Thus, a long time passed.
".Something isn't right."
Suddenly, Chu Sheng spoke. There was not the slightest fear in his eyes, much less any mortal emotion—only the purest reason and contemplation.
He could not figure out what was wrong.
Yet he always felt that a Primordial Spirit should not have died so easily. There were ultimately too many aspects of that mysterious Primordial Spirit's demise that were difficult to understand.
"What do you think?"
Chu Sheng lowered his head and looked at the [Divine Fortune Book of Fate] in his hands. As though chatting casually with a friend he had never met, his tone did not fluctuate in the slightest.
"Rustle, rustle."
The pages quickly began to turn.
[I am Taiyi Heaven. By the time you see these words, I will already be dead. I have to admit that my suspicions back then were indeed well-founded.]
Chu Sheng blinked at the sight.
So he was no longer pretending?
Ever since he had chosen to abandon fear and completely cultivate [Supreme Forgetfulness], this fellow Daoist within the