At that moment, I thought of many things.
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
But Grandpa had never mentioned Xiao Yu in front of me, and Xiao Yu had never mentioned Grandpa either.
Was it a mutual understanding between them, or had they been hiding something from me?
If it was concealment, was it related to some of Grandpa's taboos as a Mortal-Realm Patrolman?
My mind was a mess. There was too little information, and for the moment, I couldn't sort it out or make sense of it.
I had been a good student since childhood and had never done anything wicked or immoral.
On a larger scale, I had been born bearing destiny. So why had Grandpa needed to snatch me back from Yellow Springs when I was born?
Wasn't destroying the Great Fiend what I was supposed to do? Wasn't it meant to follow the Way of Heaven and the tides of the age?
I desperately wanted to understand what was behind it all, but even someone like Grandpa dared not touch those taboos—especially where Daoist arts were concerned. The consequences had to be unbearable.
What exactly was the final hidden truth?
In the end, I was still too weak.
If I were truly strong enough to level the Nine Corpse Tower and fear no underworld emissaries coming to claim souls—
Perhaps Grandpa would be able to tell me everything.
That was what I thought to myself.
I returned to the pool from before. Muddy water surged within it, but the aura of hatred was gone.
Everything had returned to its original calm. I had no idea how much of the three days had passed, and all I could do was wait in silence.
My body was exhausted. I was tired and hungry.