"The one in Shenjing—his true name was also Qi Tiandao. But after establishing Great Zhou and ruling all of Qingzhou ten thousand years ago, he discarded that name and called himself the Divine Emperor. Apart from those people in Central Continent, no one else knew his name anymore."
In Qi Tiandao's pupils, the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected, a streak of gilded gold-like flowing light flickering deep within them.
He stood quietly atop the sea of clouds, looking at the distant horizon, as though recalling many things from the past.
"Why did he do this?"
Zhang Qingyuan frowned tightly, unable to stop himself from voicing the deep confusion in his heart.
Since that day,
although Zhang Qingyuan had not appeared, he had been watching everything from the shadows, observing all the arrangements Qi Tiandao had made for the Flying Immortal Alliance.
In his view, all of it had been sincere.
Qi Tiandao
had truly held the Flying Immortal Alliance in his heart. He had sincerely wanted to overthrow the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he had kept every cultivator of the Flying Immortal Alliance in his heart.
That was precisely why he had gained the support of so many throughout the Flying Immortal Alliance.
But this
was an entirely different matter.
Why did a clone's actions and goals clash so greatly with the ideals of its main body?
It was impossible to understand!
Zhang Qingyuan had confirmed that Qi Tiandao was a clone of the Great Zhou Divine Emperor after defeating the internal strength the Great Zhou Divine Emperor had left inside the body within the consciousness space, and seeing the source core deep within it, already on the verge of shattering.
Now Qi Tiandao had admitted it as well.
It was an indisputable fact.
But why was it