Did Jiang Wang have any secret now that absolutely could not be known?
It seemed he did not.
Divergent Path was not lightly revealed; whoever saw it had to die—when he left Qi, he had already exposed it to demonstrate his sincerity to Emperor of Qi. At the very least, Emperor of Qi and Chongxuan Zun both knew.
His identity as King Biancheng of Hell's Gate—he had an evil reputation, but no evil deeds. At most, there was the case of the You Clan's extermination... Worst came to worst, he could step forward and testify that You Que was not dead and Sun Yin of Equality State still lived. It was not as though this matter could not be cleared up.
He had killed Zhao Xuanyang—the Six Friends of Jingtian had believed as much from the start, only lacking evidence. Did Mu Kingdom's divine-crowned High Priestess truly need to provide evidence for Jing Kingdom's Six Friends of Jingtian?
The existence of Song Wanxi, the Blood Puppet True Demon—that had been Zhuang Chenggan's handiwork, and she had been active in the Wild Tomb of Ten Thousand Worlds all along. If Mirror World Terrace got hold of it, it might become ironclad proof of consorting with devils. But before that happened, he could simply hand over the devil puppet and let the Three Punishments Palace verify it.
After killing Zhuang Gaoxian, he was like one who had borne a mountain casting off his heavy burden, one long oppressed cleaving apart the block in his chest. There was nowhere in this world he could not go.
It could be said that nothing could affect him anymore; he could finally enjoy true freedom!
But even if there was nothing he could not speak of before others, he still did not wish to become a