New Chapter: Bagging with the Imperial Dao Sack

"Who am I? In the vastness of time, I am but a speck of dust left behind by accumulation. Who still cares about the past? If one looks back, people lose their hearts and become cold, lifeless machines; beasts stripped of fur sit high above Beyond the World. Even those True Saints, uh... what was I saying?"

It abruptly stopped, needing Wang Xuan to remind it.

Wang Xuan had been pondering its words when he realized that it seemed to have forgotten.

"You were about to talk about True Saints!" he promptly told it.

"Oh, speaking of the descendants of True Saints—how about it? A brand-new and thrilling life-or-death showdown, an unprecedented peak experience, all waiting for you to make your move. I told you already: a surprise every month, guaranteed fair for young and old alike."

Wang Xuan looked at it again and again. It was all mad ravings; those words could be wrung into a bowlful of water. They were utterly untrustworthy. It came with a black-pit attribute of its own.

"Did you stay by my side just to send me off?" he asked darkly. If he had not been forced into this corner, how could he possibly have agreed to strike from the shadows?

The Mysterious Mobile Phone said, "You misunderstand me deeply. Think about it: without me today, could you have seen through the truth beforehand? Things would certainly have been troublesome, fraught with danger, and extremely passive. Now that you have overheard the conversation in the study in advance, it is equivalent to knowing the enemy before battle. Shouldn't you be grateful to me?"

Wang Xuan was actually left speechless. Thinking it over, that really was the case. Soon, though, he became alert again. This was bait before it dug a massive pit—first giving him