"You think Patriarch Qi Daozhen isn't dead?"
The Old Tribe Leader was greatly startled by Wei Fan's words. Everyone under heaven knew that Qi Daozhen was dead; even his Dao had collapsed. There was no way the man could still be alive. What made Wei Fan think Qi Daozhen had not died?
Wei Fan frowned. "Do you also believe he died? Back then, did any of your ancestors personally witness Qi Daozhen's death?"
One of the greatest doubts surrounding Qi Daozhen's death was that no one had seen it with their own eyes. A powerhouse of that level could hardly die without a sound.
He had once believed Qi Daozhen was dead as well, but everything he had experienced told him that Qi Daozhen was most likely still lying inside that coffin, not dead at all.
The Old Tribe Leader shook his head. "At the time, our entire clan had come to Cangwu Mountain. No one remained by the Patriarch's side to attend him. We only learned something had happened to him after the Dao Collapse occurred."
There were no useful clues here, and Wei Fan did not dwell on whether Qi Daozhen was dead. If he was not dead, then sooner or later, he would emerge.
"Why didn't Qi Daozhen destroy that thing himself? Why did he have you suppress it beneath Cangwu Mountain?"
Wei Fan raised the most important question.
Since that thing had been placed beneath Cangwu Mountain by Qi Daozhen for them to suppress, why had he not destroyed it outright? This was also why Wei Fan felt that Qi Daozhen might have set him up.
The five great regions had clear records: back then, Qi Daozhen had cultivated the Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm to the seventh transformation. Based on Wei Fan's understanding of