Another Fucking World Honored One?

As Si Sui's words fell, Lu Yang's expression tightened at once, his mind racing over what the other man had said. What did he mean, no Nascent Soul cultivation remained in circulation outside?

"Exactly what it says."

Si Sui gave a cold laugh. Having been exposed by Lu Yang, he clearly had no intention of pretending any longer. He laid his cards on the table and continued along with Lu Yang's inner thoughts:

"After all, once the final battle was over, some of us died, some fled, and the Immortal Pivot was carved up clean. The overall situation had been decided—how could anyone still be allowed to take a slice of the pie? When the cunning hare dies, the hunting hounds are boiled; when the birds are gone, the good bow is stored away. If Nascent Soul cultivation continued to spread, it would only become a source of chaos."

The moment those words came out, stormy waves surged through Lu Yang's heart.

The overall situation had been decided?

How was that possible? Hadn't this Millennial Calamity only just begun? How could the overall situation already be decided? And when had this so-called final battle taken place?

"Hm?"

Hearing Lu Yang's thoughts, Si Sui's tone also carried a trace of confusion. "The Millennial Calamity... only just began? Didn't it end five thousand years ago?"

It had ended!?

"Yes." Si Sui's voice gradually grew urgent as well. "The final battle took place one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years ago. We fought for Spirit Transformation."

"That battle had originally been three against three. We were evenly matched, but at the final moment, the Seventh Dao Lord appeared and shattered the balance between both sides. In the end, my two fellow Daoists fled in disgrace. I stayed behind to cover their retreat