The Prophet had always been a deeply taboo existence. Yet now, as these masterminds behind the scenes of the mortal world in Ancient Sage City stripped away their disguises and mentioned him again, their former reluctance to speak of him had vanished.
Their expressions were strange enough to leave even Li Changsheng puzzled.
Even the immortals frowned, a trace of disgust on their faces.
"The Prophet, oh, the Prophet..."
Daochu's hundreds upon thousands of faces were full of mockery. Those countless pairs of eyes seemed to ridicule the naive, uninvited guest before him. "Does your Azure Cloud Li Family really think the Prophet was some kindly soul?"
"What did you say?" Li Changsheng's gaze turned icy.
"I said you're too naive!"
The very air above the clouds seemed to congeal into frost with the laughter of Daochu's countless faces, nearly freezing Li Changsheng's soul. "Who do you think founded Ancient Sage City? You've been searching for the truth of the world's beginnings all this time. Has no one told you what really happened back then?"
"Can't you figure it out?!"
Li Changyao tightened her grip on the armrest. This time, even her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. She was afraid, because under these circumstances, Daochu had no reason to deceive them.
"After that endless night, the Prophet and the Heavenly Dao both vanished from the mortal world. From then on, immortals could no longer die, and the reorganized Immortal Court was far stronger than before. Living beings could only scrape out an existence as livestock penned in by the Immortal Court. They had seen living beings hunt down immortals during that endless night. How could they possibly allow those beings to grow again?"
Daochu sneered. "It was the Prophet who returned. His power brought us new hope,