When Qin An heard the voice, his brow furrowed slightly, and a trace of puzzlement appeared in his eyes.
He had not expected an answer like that.
But what did the answer mean?
He could not make sense of it.
Even as he frowned, Qin An pondered the meaning of those words.
What did it mean that everything was fake?
And what did it mean that the place where they lived was shrouded in mist?
It gave him a feeling he had never known before.
Could this world hold secrets beyond the Heavenly Demons, secrets no one knew about?
And the Selfless Realm Cultivator who had left the message seemed to have seen through some of them.
But just as Qin An had gained a few clues, the voice seemed to meet some sudden obstruction. It stopped, passing him no further message.
Qin An fell silent. He felt the voice moving farther and farther away, until he could find not the slightest trace or clue to follow.
In other words, those few clues were all Qin An had.
While Qin An sank into thought, the Source River continued to flow onward.
He spent only a short while pondering it, however, and soon drew himself out of his thoughts.
He stopped trying to work out the reason. To him, those few clues were nowhere near enough to draw a conclusion.
Dwelling on what he could not deduce would only leave him at an impasse.
Rather than waste more time here, he would seek out the next Peerless Foundation and forge it.
Only then could he raise his strength to the Selfless Realm as quickly as possible and face the Heavenly Demons' attack.
With that in mind, Qin An let the matter go and released his consciousness.
His consciousness soon left the