"What exactly was the terror Gongsun Xi spoke of? It forced all the sages to join hands and made that entire era vanish overnight."
Above the boundless Sea of Hidden Intent, Daydreamland hung silently in the sky. Ripples shimmered, carrying Dou Zhao's question along.
"No way to guess, and no point guessing wildly." Jiang Wang's reply was a faint ripple in the Sea of Hidden Intent. "That man never spoke a single word of truth. Perhaps that terror was just something he made up on the spot. He was already a Transcendence, a supreme existence in the history of cultivation—what in this world could he not speak of? Unless he forgot!"
Gongsun Xi had intentionally or otherwise directed suspicion toward the Three Daoist Venerables. Letting that question spread any further was truly dangerous.
But at this point, Jiang Wang himself froze for a moment—was there such a possibility? That Gongsun Xi had deliberately forgotten a certain name, thereby earning the chance to be overlooked, and thus became the only survivor of the Era of All Sages. Many years later, He remembered only the existence of that terror, remembered that despair, remembered His own choice, yet could not speak the name. He believed He simply lacked the ability to say it.
"No matter what, that body of the Heavenly Derivation Supreme Sage truly existed. The sages did indeed join forces to create such a weapon." Dou Zhao spoke pensively.
Jiang Wang had been considering it as well. "Judging by [Though the Tortoise Lives Long]'s reaction, it seems more likely that Gongsun Xi betrayed the sages in order to monopolize this weapon of all sages. Otherwise, why was He the only one to survive? And why would the Vertical and Horizontal True Sage bear hatred for ten thousand years?"
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