"Imitation?"
Qing Wu, who had now automatically become someone "on standby for consultation," was visibly a little dazed—though for this historian, it was not the shock of "knowing nothing," but of "so that's how it is."
By comparison, the others were much calmer.
Their reactions made it clear that the Boundary Curtain region's understanding and assessment of Tai Yu's foundations had gone through an uneven yet deepening process.
More and more people had come to realize that Tai Yu had established himself in the Polar Domain, openly under the Illusory Nightmare Domain, yet at his root still followed the Ancient Gods path, even if Ancient Gods History and Ritual Ancient Script stood between them as bridges.
The Boundary Curtain region's understanding of Tai Yu would indeed keep drawing closer to the truth.
But the more they believed this to be "the truth," the deeper Tai Yu, this "devout believer of a Great Existence," would draw them into the maze constructed from "incomplete truth."
Every bit of feedback—especially feedback from beings at the level of Great Monarchs and gods—would become "nourishment" along the fundamental path of Virtual Reality.
As either a "devout believer" or a "puppet on strings," Tai Yu was rather proud of himself.
But that did not mean he was willing to keep circling within the subject Chao Yongdao and the others had laid out. He smoothly made a small leap and turned to Qiao Mian. "Now that you mention it, I just remembered... there are two matters I'd like to submit an application for. They happen to be related to what Lady Qiao Mian reminded me of earlier."
"I reminded you?"
Lady Qiao Mian held her wineglass in one hand and tilted her head slightly. The strands of hair before her forehead swayed gently in the wind, adding