"Impossible! This ancient painting was the Mysterious Supreme Treasure that caused Immortal Venerable Pangu's fall, the one countless powers in the Upper Realm had sought for endless ages without success?"
Staring at the ancient painting in his hands, Jian Shang's thoughts stalled. For a moment, he could not react.
It truly was a Mysterious Supreme Treasure. He had held it for countless years without knowing, and even the immortals and gods who had descended because of it could not recognize it when they saw it with their own eyes!
No wonder the many powers of the Upper Realm had sent countless immortals and gods down in succession, only to find nothing!
Had my earlier conjecture been wrong? Had Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, truly fallen? Had he not deceived heaven and crossed the sea, secretly taking another route to slip into the Upper Realm with the Mysterious Supreme Treasure?
Had Divine General Ji Geng, Lady Nandou, and the others misjudged me? Was I truly a Child of the Great Dao, a child of fortune?!
For a moment, Jian Shang's thoughts twisted through a hundred turns. Countless questions surged into his mind, leaving it in utter chaos.
More importantly, if his conjecture about Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, was wrong, did that mean Qin Shi Huang, Ying Zheng, the Four Divine Marquises, and China's foremost Loose Immortals had truly fallen?
Was the current Qin Shi Huang real or false? Why was he willing to offer the Great Qin Empire as a dowry? Why had he fought so desperately to protect him during the Kingdom Ascension Ceremony? Could those predecessors, whose wisdom reached the heavens, truly have been killed so easily? ...
Pull one hair, and the whole body moved. For someone whose mind was as cunning as a ghost, a