Everyone looked up in shock, and the crowd grew somewhat restless.
Tragic Shichen raised his head and looked at that face covering the sky.
His eyes were filled with Sorrow, and after a moment of silence, he spoke slowly:
"I... do not know."
He paused, struggling to recall something, but in the end merely shook his head:
"I only know that my name is Shichen."
"I only know that Sorrow is the sole eternal truth."
Yang Mei's giant face stared downward, his brows locked in a deep frown.
The name Shichen was the sole existence engraved into the Dao before birth; if any other being dared to usurp that name, they would be instantly obliterated by the Dao of Time, leaving not even a true spirit behind.
Yet at this moment, half a moment had already passed.
The Dao showed not the slightest stir.
This meant the person before them was recognized by the Dao.
Yang Mei's giant face lowered slightly, asking probingly:
"You say your name is Shichen?"
"Then do you recognize me?"
Tragic Shichen studied Yang Mei earnestly for a long time.
His gaze swept back and forth across Yang Mei's enormous face, but ultimately, he shook his head:
"I do not."
"Yet I feel you are very familiar..."
Yang Mei's giant face fell silent.
He stared at Tragic Shichen, rapidly deducing various possibilities in his mind.
Shichen was currently striving to break through to the Eighth Heaven of the Chaos Realm, a fact known to all. His true body was also in seclusion within the Time Temple, while Yang Mei himself stood guard in the space above the temple.
Yet now, a Shichen bearing the origin Dao of Time and Order had appeared within the Cosmic Sea.
This made no sense.
Unless...
Yang Mei looked at the