How could the Central Heaven Emperor not be furious? Although his avatar had died at the Western Heaven Temple, the intelligence from that time had been sent back.
What did Sichen mean by saying the Mysterious Immortal couldn't write, that the Mysterious Immortal made Sichen kneel and he knelt, that he himself had admitted his mistake upon meeting the Mysterious Immortal, and that he had devoured Sichen, leaving Sichen's life or death unknown?
"Besides, wasn't that bastard's mother the one who self-detonated? How did it turn into me looking like the one who self-detonated? I'm a victim too! I even lost my avatar!"
What enraged the Central Heaven Emperor most was that everything described in the newspaper was an objective fact. He didn't even know where to begin refuting it!
Losing the fight was one thing, but how had his image collapsed too?
"Which son of a turtle wrote this?!"
At last, he found the reporter of the article in a corner of the newspaper—Lu Yang of the Ask Dao Sect.
When he saw the three words "Ask Dao Sect," the Central Heaven Emperor recalled the countless avatars of his that had perished there. The fury surging into his chest dropped straight down, and he calmed himself.
"I... Forget it. A man who would accomplish great things does not fuss over trifles. It isn't worth risking myself over such a minor matter..."
The newspaper quickly won the favor of the common people.
Old Liu, returning from the fields, waved several sheets of paper and boasted to his neighbor, "Old Zhang, did you buy this thing?"
"What is it?"
"I heard it's some novel thing put out by the Ask Dao Sect, called a newspaper. On my way back, I saw a crowd scrambling to buy them, so I bought