Return

Within the chaos, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet lights suddenly emerged, each glow containing a scene that played out a different story of joy and sorrow, love and hate, revenge and slaughter.

They were like fragments of history, like possible futures, recounting the bizarre and fantastical world of Lanruo Temple, where past and present intertwined and future danced with the now.

Light and shadow shifted across Meng Qi's face, flickering unpredictably like the surging emotions in his heart—turbulence and restraint, every flavor turning over in succession.

His thoughts churned, ultimately hiding defiance and revealing calm. He slowly spoke: "Without me, might he really have succeeded?"

Without him, the matter of the mysterious fragment would never have been exposed. With the aid of the special device, the Empress alone would have been enough to kill the Celestial Master and the Foolish Monk, allowing the Black Mountain Old Demon to obtain the Seven Kill Stele with ease. Without him, he would not have needed to waste an opportunity to return to the past and kill Liang Wuji; after clarifying his past and present lives, he could have reversed time and severed the bonds. Without him, his mind would not have fallen apart when the Seven Kill Stele lost its effect, ending with his death and dao vanishing.

Before proving the Dao Fruit, how could he boast of knowing and controlling everything in the past, present, and future?

Their eyes met. Meng Qi did not retreat in the slightest. The black-robed young man's eyes were thick with weariness. Even with the corners of his lips raised, fatigue still showed in his smile.

"Could it be that you think your appearance was not part of what was meant to happen?" The true "Black Mountain Old Demon" chuckled softly.

Was he connected