Zong Dezhen died beyond the heavens. Under the watch of Hong Junyan, Jiang Mengxiong, and the others, both body and Divine Soul were annihilated, leaving nothing to cling to.
No matter from what angle one considered it, Ji Yumin, present at the scene, could not possibly have allowed him to leave anything behind.
But Zong Dezhen had not left behind no traces at all.
At the very least, the battlefield where he had controlled One Truth Remains and fought the Jing Emperor had been absolutely secret. No third party could have laid eyes upon it.
What happened there, and what did not, all rested on a single thought of the Jing Emperor, to be determined by his word alone.
Now, it was all in his grasp.
At this moment, a question that had echoed through the history of the Jing Kingdom for nearly four thousand years, and had never been absent from the history of the entire Daoist Sect, rang out once more in the Central Hall—
Who was One Truth?
Within the vast Sanqing Xuandu Supreme Palace, everyone kept their gaze straight ahead. No one wished to reveal their suspicions, much less display their unease.
Inside this cave-heaven treasure ranked second in All-Under-Heaven City, at this moment when Jing Court powerhouses had gathered and the Son of Heaven sat enthroned, escape was impossible. Even Zong Dezhen had been unable to break free after falling into this place, let alone the other members of the One Truth Sect.
The One Truth Sect members present could only pray that this One Truth Secret Archive was fake!
After the Son of Heaven grasped that jade slip, he said nothing further. He merely cast down a gaze as deep as the Abyssal Sea.
And the hall answered him with prolonged silence.
That silence