The story [Nameless One] told could explain the doubts of the past and fill the blanks in history. It fit into history with seamless precision.
But Jiang Wang only listened in silence, not daring to believe it all.
This Transcendent was close to omniscient. He knew many secrets, and he also knew the questions in many people's hearts. To patch up a lie with a few so-called historical truths would be all too easy.
Meanwhile, Dou Zhao merely watched the Chu Son of Heaven's sword, wholly absorbed in studying the imperial clan's swordsmanship—though, given his status, none of Chu Kingdom's hidden arts were withheld from him, how could they compare to the emperor's personal demonstration?
Each descent of the Vermilion Phoenix Imperial Sword shattered a part of [Nameless One]'s foundation for existence. With Dou Zhao's realm, he could not capture the precise process, but he could still vaguely sense the exposition of sword intent.
It was instead Zuo Xiao whose voice drifted forth. "The so-called 'Great Accomplished Supreme Sage' first envisioned by the sages was not supposed to look like you do now, was it?"
[Nameless One] lowered his eyes and looked at his ruined body. Through the sword wound spreading across him, he could already see, beneath his withered, fleshless legs, the dim hollow belonging to Avici Ghost Cavern—the Bottomless Abyss.
Even moving his gaze had become exceedingly slow. He lowered it and raised it again, inch by inch, barely managing to look at Zuo Xiao. "If your path had been severed for the sake of becoming like this... I imagine you would not be reconciled to it either!"
He took a deep breath. "That is indeed the truth. The Great Accomplished Supreme Sage I first envisioned at No Grievance Ridge was an ultimately perfect, great existence—an idea that