However, these Wu Family members had clearly forgotten whose territory this was.
Of course.
More accurately, it was not that they had forgotten. They simply had never imagined that the Heavenly Emperor was still alive—not even Ji Xuan had imagined it.
A man who had ostensibly been dead for several hundred thousand years.
Even the Extraterrestrial Evil God Race believed him to be dead.
Yet he was alive, and retained a considerable degree of freedom.
No one could have anticipated that.
Unless they were a transmigrator like Lu Yuan, someone who had read the original work.
But to be conservative, even a transmigrator who had read the original work would find it difficult to discern the current point in the story in this era. The reason was simple: the Years Master had already interfered with time.
Though no one could say for certain who this Years Master was.
At least, Lu Yuan did not dare to be certain.
That fellow who claimed to be his Past Self was simply too terrifying.
He now had an inexplicable feeling.
He was like an insect inside a cultivation vessel.
And that Past Self was the researcher in the white lab coat.
As for whether his feeling was right...
He did not know...
No one knew...
For now, he could only feel his way across the river by touching the stones.
Take one step at a time.
Sometimes, even after taking one step, he could not see the next.
Therefore, from a certain perspective, knowing too much was not necessarily a good thing. The more one knew, the more one thought; the more one thought, the more chaotic one's mind became. Nothing in this world was absolute, and mentality was no exception. The claim that one could always keep one's heart as still as