There were no other fragments of jade slips in the ruins. Meng Qi withdrew his Spiritual Sense, his heart heavy, thoughts surging:
It seems the Zhixu Mountain Founding Patriarch brought about this change while studying the imprints left behind by fallen Other Shore beings...
Did some great figure strike him down after seeing that his research had succeeded and he was about to ascend to the Other Shore? Or did one of those imprints conceal a terrifying secret, one that struck back the moment it was touched?
If it was the former, then all he could say was that Heaven's Will was hard to fathom. The thoughts of Other Shore Great Figures were truly impossible to guess. The Six Heretical Masters each followed their own path, devoting themselves to their own studies. They had never stirred up trouble or meddled in outside affairs. Even if such a person crossed the Sea of Suffering and entered the Other Shore, he would not affect the plans or conflicts of the other great figures. There was no need to stop him, let alone kill him. But if it was the latter, Meng Qi shuddered at the mere thought, for the secrets contained in the imprints left by fallen Other Shore beings invited endless speculation.
Was it some supreme secret that could bring down an Other Shore being? Or, among those great figures who had died more than a hundred thousand years—or even several epochs—ago, was there one who had never truly fallen? Had he deceived Heaven and earth, shed his form through death, and hidden behind the scenes, watching the world as he waited for an opportunity no one else could foresee?
After pondering for a long while, Meng Qi's expression returned to normal, as if he had never seen the scene before