A rift in time suddenly tore open above the ruins of the Heavenly Court.
A gray-white figure fell to the ground. Zuo Qing and the others froze at the sight before immediately using broken wood to prop themselves up as they staggered toward it.
"Is that King Mask?" Old Dog Wu asked in confusion. "Didn't he go back to change history? Why did he fall from the sky?"
Zuo Qing frowned tightly and bent down beside King Mask. Just as he was about to examine him, the latter began coughing violently.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
"King Mask, why are you back? What happened?"
"It was An... cough cough... An Qingyu." King Mask weakly sat up from the ground and looked toward the gradually closing rift in the sky. "He stood at the end of that timeline and warned me not to touch it... then used time to wash me back here."
"An Qingyu?"
Zuo Qing's brow furrowed even deeper.
An Qingyu was the Gate of Truth. He could wield part of truth's power, which naturally included space and time... In other words, as long as the future An Qingyu guarded that timeline, they would have no way to change this piece of history?
What exactly is he thinking?!
As Zuo Qing sank into thought, three streaks of light flew in from the distance. Old Dog Wu's eyes lit up beside him.
"It's the Celestial Venerables. The three Celestial Venerables have returned."
Three Daoist figures appeared in the sky above the Heavenly Court.
When the Taoist Celestial Venerable saw the Heavenly Court reduced to ruins beneath him, his chest heaved violently as chilling killing intent poured from his eyes.
"The Heavenly Court... that beast Chaos!"
The Primordial Celestial Venerable closed his eyes and sensed the surroundings for a moment, his expression relaxing