Tribulation

Doubts?

Of course.

Xu Yuan had asked her this question more than once before, but her answer had always been the same—he was a drop of ink in a pool, staining the visible future.

That answer might have been enough for the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion, but it was far from enough for Xu Yuan. He wanted to know why he could become that drop of ink.

Before this, Xu Yuan had always thought it was because he possessed a soul from another world. Much like the laws of a former dynasty could not govern those of the present age, the Heaven Derivation Art naturally could not deduce his otherworldly soul. But after his enlightenment in the Life-Death Dao Domain, he had suddenly realized that, on the level of Soul Traces, the souls of his past and present lives were no different whatsoever.

There had to be another reason why the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion had judged him to be a calamity, and even the present-day Heavenly Oversight Pavilion only knew that it was so, not why it was so.

Xu Yuan fell silent in thought, then slowly asked, "The old you wouldn't have lied to me—or rather, you couldn't have deceived me. Bringing this up again now... Tianye must have told you some secret history from before the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion's broken succession?"

To exterminate something root and branch was the highest respect one could pay to a faction. When the cultivation world, ruled by the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion for countless years, had united to destroy it, they would naturally have obliterated everything it possessed.

Tianyan did not deny it, saying, "When those sects destroyed the Heavenly Oversight Pavilion ten thousand years ago, the vast majority of our sect's confidential records were lost, including the essence of how the Heaven Derivation