Of course.
Trust was one thing, but it was still necessary to investigate.
Do not overlook facts because of trust.
Nor should you place absolute faith in facts.
After all, what exactly were facts? In most cases, that depended on the observer. Two people looking at the same thing could reach two entirely different conclusions. Therefore, for any fact whose full picture was unknown, it was best to view it dialectically.
That did not stop the Heavenly Emperor from telling his story.
Put another way, it did not stop the Heavenly Emperor from rambling.
Strictly speaking, the Heavenly Emperor really was rambling—reminiscing about his glorious past and lamenting the passage of time. In the blink of an eye, so many years had gone by. But considering how much the Heavenly Emperor had truly given for the Myriad Heavens, Lu Yuan could understand and sympathize with him. After all, the Heavenly Emperor had sacrificed himself to seal the Heavenly Devil Emperor, and that imprisonment was measured in tens of thousands of years. Over these several hundred thousand years, the only one the Heavenly Emperor could speak with had been the Nine Corpse Heavenly Devil Emperor. Given their relationship, there was probably nothing pleasant to say between them. Mandala at least came out for a stroll every century or so, but the Heavenly Emperor's range of movement was limited to the Heavenly Palace—or rather, not even the entire Heavenly Palace, since the array sealing the Nine Corpse Heavenly Devil Emperor was not large enough to cover it all. So Lu Yuan could understand and forgive the Heavenly Emperor. Or rather, he genuinely admired him.
Many things in this world were like that.
They were easy to say, but difficult to do.
Harder to endure than dying a glorious death was falling into