From the very beginning, Su Xin had never believed Chang Kongxuan.
Of course, this was not Chang Kongxuan's problem, but Su Xin's. Viewing others through the lens of the utmost malice had already become Su Xin's habit.
After all, if Chang Kongxuan had been replaced by Su Xin—if he had been serving diligently as an imperial chronicler, only to be turned into an artifact spirit and imprisoned here for tens of thousands of years merely because he saw something he should not have—then Su Xin would not only seek revenge. He might even feel like taking revenge on society itself.
This was a huge point of suspicion, which was why he had never believed what Chang Kongxuan said from the start.
Glancing at the might of the Yin-Yang Reversal Grand Formation around them, Su Xin saw that in the few moments they had spent speaking, several more martial artists at its very center had been unable to withstand the formation's pulling force and were shredded apart by the power of reversed yin and yang.
Even Su Xin was alarmed by the strength of this formation. Could such a formation truly have been laid down by an imperial chronicler who had once been only in the Yang Spirit Realm? At any rate, Su Xin did not believe it.
So Su Xin looked directly at Chang Kongxuan and said, "Since things have already come to this, stop concealing it. Tell me—who exactly are you?"
Chang Kongxuan looked at Su Xin, a cryptic smile appearing on his face. "Sure enough, no one who can reach the True Martial Realm is easy to fool. Most of what I said before was actually true.
"Chang Kongxuan did indeed exist, and he really was sealed by the Human Emperor within the formation of this great hall,