Fang Chen watched the Realm Master, his thoughts racing. In the end, he concluded that this skeleton most likely belonged to someone else, and the Realm Master had simply moved in like a dove taking over a magpie's nest.
Fang Chen also found it strange. He did not know why the people in the Cycle World had chosen not to leave.
"Senior," he said to the Realm Master, "from what you just told me, the Undying Race did not exist in ancient times. That means they probably appeared later. Could the fall of the Ancient Heavenly Court have had something to do with them?"
"That's possible. But there's still much we don't fully understand. Besides, who told you the Ancient Heavenly Court had definitely fallen?"
The Realm Master looked at Fang Chen and scratched his smooth skull.
"The Ancient Heavenly Court hasn't fallen?"
Fang Chen was startled by the Realm Master's words.
"I didn't say it hadn't fallen, either. From what you know now, the Ancient Heavenly Court does seem to be gone. But you're still too weak to venture deep into the Sacred Land, and you don't know what lies there. It's wrong to draw a conclusion without the full picture!"
As the Realm Master spoke, his fingers scratched against his skull with a squeaking sound.
"Senior, do you mean the Ancient Heavenly Court might still exist somewhere deep in the Sacred Land?"
Fang Chen's eyes lit up.
"I never said that!"
The Realm Master shook his head.
Fang Chen nodded slightly. He knew the Realm Master had only raised a possibility, but it made sense. The Ancient Heavenly Court no longer existed on the Barbaric Continent or on any continent ruled by other races, so the Human Race and the other races all believed it had fallen.
Yet