Beyond the heavens, seated in command of the cosmos and looking down upon the Spirit-Void Realm, True Lord Pingdu, who had been resting with his eyes closed all this time, opened them at that moment.
"Number Two has fallen."
A remnant of consciousness returned. True Lord Pingdu's gaze crossed layer upon layer of barriers, as though he had seen something.
He was closely linked to these incarnations. Even beyond the world, the instant Number Two fell, he sensed it. "Number One is scouting the way, while Number Two was searching for the River of Forgetfulness. Now Number One is safe, but Number Two has fallen. That is most unusual. Could something have happened to the River of Forgetfulness?"
As he calculated every possibility, True Lord Pingdu frowned.
Normally, after Number Two fell, a portion of its power and memories would return to him. After all, he had yet to sever out a third incarnation. Yet in truth, he had received nothing at all. That was highly abnormal.
"Number Two was not weak. Anyone capable of killing him without letting any information get out is certainly no simple person."
"And the reason such a person attacked Number Two was, nine times out of ten, because of the River of Forgetfulness. After all, Number Two's sole mission upon entering the Spirit-Void Realm was to find the River of Forgetfulness, confirm its condition, and prepare for its later acquisition."
"In that situation, he would not have come into conflict with others over some other benefit, and no one would go out of their way to kill a Celestial Phenomenon Middle Stage cultivator for no reason. The greatest possibility now is that some change has occurred with the River of Forgetfulness—perhaps someone has already taken possession of it first."
As thoughts collided and he