That day, Jiang Liu and Gongsun Haoyue lay on their backs together in the lounge chairs. He gazed at the cloudless blue sky and sank into deep thought.
He had always harbored a suspicion: was this truly a normal world, or was some great secret hidden here?
And how had he come here? What exactly was his purpose in this place?
These questions would involuntarily surface in his mind whenever he had finished cultivating and had some free time, troubling him and drawing him into deep thought.
And the Heavenly Dao here had always targeted the martial artists on the continent. What exactly was its purpose?
Could it really be because someone's strength had advanced to the point where they could threaten the Heavenly Dao, causing it to strike ruthlessly?
And to prevent future trouble, had it even set a trap to kill all the Saint Realm martial artists?
One thing after another had forced Jiang Liu to think this way.
If he got the chance, Jiang Liu truly wanted to question the Heavenly Dao face-to-face.
The images conveyed by the Dark Primal Qi had shown that the Heavenly Dao possessed consciousness.
Perhaps this could explain why the Heavenly Dao targeted the martial artists on the continent.
Although the Heavenly Dao had not spoken when he was controlled and forced to fight it,
Jiang Liu could still sense from the Heavenly Dao's changes that it definitely possessed a consciousness of its own.
At that time, his mind had been completely numb, and his perception of everything around him had already fallen to its lowest point.
Yet he could still feel that sense of being hated emanating from the Heavenly Dao.
Jiang Liu did not know whether the Heavenly Dao hated him in his corrupted state or in his normal state.