"War God Hall?"
"Submit without resistance?"
"Otherwise, kill without mercy?"
Lu Yuan, who had leaped into the air, looked around and raised an eyebrow slightly.
To be honest.
He had more or less figured out what had happened.
After all, he had come from several hundred thousand years in the future. Although he did not know the process in much detail—he could not even keep up with a rate of one year per second, much less the following decades or centuries—he was still capable of inferring the facts from the outcome and comparing history against the answer before him. Most people could do that.
All it took was a little association.
But everyone knew.
Association backed by evidence was much easier.
For example, before descending, he had been in the Western Heaven God Realm, specifically at the Western Heaven Divine Hall—or, more precisely, in the secluded cultivation chambers behind it. He had not moved during the entire descent. Therefore, in a sense, the place where he had just appeared was the secluded cultivation chamber from several hundred thousand years in the future. It was merely that changes of time had turned all things unrecognizable. Several hundred thousand years ago, this place had not been a flat expanse, nor had there been any palace. It had been a mountain peak, filled with singing birds and fragrant flowers.
Following this known fact further.
The Western Heaven Divine Hall had been rebuilt atop the ruins of the War God Hall.
This was no secret.
After the Western Heaven Battle Emperor obtained the Battle Emperor's inheritance.
He made sweeping changes to this place.
This included taking over the War God Hall's many legacies.
For instance, the cultivation arts that had originally belonged to the War God Hall.
As well as weapons and armor.
Those