The ultimate goal of the two Thrones of God was—
But how were they supposed to wage war against Deep Sea?
What would count as defeating Deep Sea?
Mr. Bai Zhu gave no answer to these questions... In the end, he left Gu Shen alone.
The empty inner mausoleum was covered in golden divine radiance. As the Divine Domain descended, Gu Shen arrived at the Four Seasons Wilderness and saw the Sealed Coffin lying upon the wild plains.
"In the year 628 of the New Calendar, Turing made the Northern Escape."
"It was meant to be a silent, secret escape, but Deep Sea obtained the Northern Escape's exact route and laid out a meticulous interception plan."
Standing before the Sealed Coffin, Bai Zhu slowly said, "That night, the Ancient Text Society team escorting Turing north was intercepted at Xinyang Fortress on the Northwest Frontier. A brutal battle broke out."
This was a past no one knew about.
Gu Shen listened quietly.
He desperately wanted to know what had caused Nagano's greatest genius of that era, second only to Gu Changzhi, to fall into irreversible decline.
This history had been buried underground, and today, it was finally brought to light.
"I did not take part in that battle."
Bai Zhu chuckled softly. "Because from beginning to end, I was never truly one of the Ancient Text Society. Before the Ancient Text Society became wanted across the world, I merely knew that the organization existed... Li Rou invited me more than once, but I always backed away."
"Because of... Zhou Jiren."
Bai Zhu said leisurely, "At the time, Zhou Jiren had yet to receive his 'title.' He was not yet the so-called 'Sky-Reaching Tree.' That old bastard was an idle, good-for-nothing fellow back then, yet he somehow managed to do some good