Feixue's bedchamber.
Lu Yang led Yu Zhou through the spacious hall. Before long, a large bed draped in gauzy curtains came into view.
Yet Lu Yang's gaze immediately settled on a Floor Mirror beside the bed. It emanated karmic fluctuations similar to those of the Zou Yu Clan. These fluctuations had been impossible to deduce before entering the bedchamber, yet once inside, they became glaringly conspicuous.
"That's it."
After a brief calculation, Lu Yang understood that this was the entrance leading to Disordered History. At the same time, Yu Zhou revealed a somewhat nervous expression.
After all, the Zou Yu Clan had been gone for five thousand years.
Yu Zhou was already the eldest among the present-day Zou Yu Descendants, yet even it had only read records of Disordered History in the clan chronicles.
Five thousand years had now passed. Those records were surely outdated as well.
Thus, Lu Yang did not even ask about the specific circumstances of that stretch of Disordered History. He planned to find someone else to learn about it after arriving there.
"Let's go."
As soon as he spoke, Lu Yang clenched his hand. The space containing Yu Zhou collapsed under Heaven's influence, turning Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed, and he put it away.
The next second, he stepped into the Floor Mirror.
Meanwhile, in False History, Jiangdong, the Zou Yu Ruins.
Once upon a time, this place had been a sacred land of the Immortal Path where ten thousand cultivators came to pay homage. Several True Lords had stood guard here, and it had once become the strongest among the Four Major Powers.
Yet now, the song had ended and the crowd had scattered. It was said that the Zou Yu Royal Clan had vanished here in the end. To ensure that the