The final question was earth-shattering.
Every word contained the power to annihilate stars, piercing straight into the depths of Yang Lingtian's soul.
Faced with this interrogation, enough to make even a Divine Sect powerhouse kneel on the spot, Yang Lingtian merely smiled.
He straightened his back, like an unparalleled divine sword about to leave its sheath, its edge fully revealed, standing as an equal against that supreme divine might.
"Young Yang Lingtian," he said clearly, one word at a time.
"I come from the Chaos Sacred Sect. I am the current sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect."
The moment those words left his mouth, it was as if billions upon billions of Chaos Divine Thunder had exploded inside Tian Chenzi's mind.
The supreme aura around him, powerful enough to shatter galaxies, collapsed completely in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
Tian Chenzi's ancient, unadorned face—which had not changed in the slightest for tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of years—finally lost its composure.
His pupils abruptly contracted to the extreme, like two stars on the verge of collapse.
"What did you say? The Chaos Sacred Sect? You're the... sect master of the Chaos Sacred Sect?"
Yang Lingtian watched his unprecedentedly violent reaction, his gaze remaining calm.
Because he knew exactly what the Chaos Sacred Sect represented to Tian Chenzi, that old monster who had lived through endless ages.
It was not merely the name of a sect. It was the symbol of an era.
It was a glory and taboo buried in the deepest depths of history, something even the gods dared not mention lightly.
Tian Chenzi's breathing grew tremendously heavy, and his mind went blank.
Countless ancient memories sealed away for billions of years surged wildly into view like floodwaters bursting through a breached dam.
An illusion