Zhou Xuan's voice rang out then, neither loud nor soft, just enough for everyone present to hear.
"I forgot to tell you something."
He took two steps back from the edge of the High Terrace, stopped beside the Origin Fetus, and glanced down at the wondrous object, which was still glowing.
"While I was purifying this thing, I left a Supreme One Mark inside it."
He raised his head and looked toward the Firmament.
"The Supreme One Mark has a little function. It can read the most fundamental memories of whatever it marks. Like flipping through a diary."
Someone in the Square drew a sharp breath.
Zhou Xuan patted the Origin Fetus's shell, his tone as casual as ordinary conversation.
"Right now, it's telling me—and everyone here—where it came from, who sent it out, and for what purpose."
"And who the true culprit is."
His words fell.
The Square erupted.
"The Court Guardian Pavilion! They gave it to Great Hua!"
"She personally told him to carry out a blood sacrifice in the Northern Lands! Two or three hundred million lives, mentioned as casually as nothing!"
"What guardian of the Immortal Court? An accomplice to murder!"
"To hell with the eternal covenant!"
Insults, cries of shock, and curses surged like a tide that nothing could hold back.
Zhou Xuan said nothing more.
He did not need to.
The Origin Fetus was speaking for itself.
At the center of the front row, Liu Heng's body trembled violently.
He stared fixedly at the figure in the gray Dharma Robe within the screen of light, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. The voice in that scene, those words, contradicted everything he had been taught since childhood.
The Court Guardian Pavilion honored the eternal covenant, safeguarded the Immortal Court Relics, and protected all living beings.
He