The Investiture Platform manifested, and the demons closed in from all sides.
Jiang Wang charged Ling Xihua in fury, wheeled around to forcefully kill Mouse Garan, then crossed swords with Lu Qilang before fleeing into the Sea of Myriad Gods...
It sounded slow when told, but it had all happened in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the battle began and ended.
Then Lu Qilang, Zhu Lanruo, and Ling Xihua pursued him down the mountain in succession.
Only the Sea of Myriad Gods still churned, with a few lingering embers of Ling Xihua's Thousand Calamities Spirit Net remaining. The mountain wind surged mightily, and the flying snow had yet to fade.
Chai Asi stared blankly at everything before him.
He was very innocent, and he had very much wished to remain innocent, but he was no fool.
Once the Investiture Platform's Glory Mission appeared, he could no longer deceive himself!
Everything connected.
Why had the great ancient god gathered intelligence on the Southern Heaven Battlefield? Why had the great ancient god made him read Buddhist scriptures?
That encounter in the Hundred Thousand Mountains—the so-called Demon Race destined by heaven, the great ancient god who had crossed the Long River of destiny... it had all been a scam!
Jiang Wang had not died on the Frost Wind Valley battlefield before, and the Human Race had built a city called Martial Peace to commemorate him.
What Chiyun Mountain god? He was merely a wild ghost who should have died in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
What "you are different," what "you alone possess genius," what "where there is ambition, age matters not; a fine demon can see the distant road"... all lies!
It had only been to coax Chai Asi into becoming their pathfinding lackey, bringing this broken mirror back into