Ye Wudao fell silent.
He had not expected Fuxi to know so much, yet know so little.
Fuxi knew the world was fake, knew there was an invisible hand pulling the strings, yet he did not know the truth of the Trial Grounds, did not know the Founder, and did not know "Void."
He was merely a bystander who had noticed something was wrong but lacked the power to change it.
Ye Wudao took a deep breath and slowly spoke.
"Ancestor, you were right. This world truly is not real."
"It is called the Trial Grounds, a Virtual World created by someone."
"The one who created it is called the Founder. He created the Trial Grounds to cultivate warriors capable of fighting against 'Void.'"
"And we are all... test subjects raised in captivity within the Trial Grounds."
Ye Wudao told Fuxi everything he knew—about the Trial Grounds, the Founder, Yuan Yi, "Void," the Land of Extreme Wu, and Intent Body cultivation—without concealing a thing.
Fuxi listened quietly, the expression on his face shifting from shock to gravity, then from gravity to acceptance.
After Ye Wudao finished, the stone chamber fell silent once more.
After a long while, Fuxi finally let out a long breath.
"So that's how it is... So that's how it is..." he murmured, his eyes carrying both relief and desolation.
"The doubts of countless tens of thousands of years have finally been answered."
"We are all test subjects... Our fates were written long ago..."
"No wonder, no wonder I always felt that everything in this world was too perfect—so perfect it was suffocating..."
Fuxi raised his head and looked at Ye Wudao. The desolation in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by resolve.
"Ye Wudao, what do you plan to do?"
"Break it." Ye Wudao's voice was soft,