This confusion was like an invisible ripple. Though Locke had not conveyed it in any form, the Limitless Golden Emperor at the heart of the Time-Space Rift still caught it—after all, a Level-13 Lord of Dimension's perception of surrounding energy and spiritual fluctuations had long reached a realm nearly capable of seeing into people's hearts.
What was more, Despair Matriarch Ilena, standing at the edge of the rift, was also gazing at the old Taoist in the Eight Trigrams Taoist Robe. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her eyes held a faint, imperceptible trace of scrutiny. That brief moment of surprise could not possibly escape the Limitless Golden Emperor's senses.
Thus, while urging his Source Power to stabilize the Space-Time Channel through which he had descended, allowing his enormous body to squeeze inch by inch into the Light Universe Time-Space Battlefield, the Limitless Golden Emperor transmitted his voice through divine sense directly into the consciousness seas of Locke and Ilena.
"You need not be alarmed," the Limitless Golden Emperor said, his voice carrying the unique majesty of a Lord of Dimension without losing its calmness. "This guy is a subordinate I only subdued twenty-five thousand years ago."
With a slight movement of his divine sense, an invisible indication fell upon the slovenly old Taoist. "He is indeed a Homeland Being of our Limitless Time-Space. Both his bloodline and the depths of the soul bear the Origin Mark of my Limitless Time-Space. I have verified this repeatedly."
"Before that, however, this guy had remained utterly obscure, like a grain of sand hidden in the dust of time and space. Even I did not know when he had quietly advanced to Level 9."
"By the time he voluntarily appeared in front of me twenty-five thousand years ago, he was already a Level-10