True Person Yun He was dead.
He had died beneath the Heavenly Tribulation, reduced to ashes, not even a wisp of his remnant soul left behind.
He knelt where True Person Yun He had undergone his tribulation, kneeling for seven days and seven nights.
He did not cry. His tears had long since run dry.
He finally understood that the Way of Deception was destined for a lifetime of solitude.
His secret could not be known by anyone.
Even if that person would keep it secret, it was still useless!
He had grown. From that day onward, he became even more cautious.
He no longer approached anyone, nor did he open his heart to anyone.
He disguised himself as all manner of people and wandered through every corner of the world.
He deceived the heavens, deceived the earth, deceived All Beings.
His strength, too, grew greater and greater with every fabrication.
Yet he also grew lonelier and lonelier.
He had deceived mortals, deceived cultivators, deceived immortals.
He had deceived the Heavenly Dao's perception and deceived Fate's tracks.
From mortal to cultivator, from cultivator to immortal, from immortal to Immortal King...
He had walked step by step, each step taken with the utmost caution, as though treading on thin ice.
His Way of Deception had likewise been continuously refined and sublimated through one disguise after another.
He began creating identities for himself, one after another.
He fabricated backgrounds one after another, invented patrons one after another.
He told others that his master was a reclusive powerhouse, that his sect was an ancient force, that behind him stood a peerless expert...
No one dared verify it, because the price of verification might be death!
And so, relying on those fabricated identities, he evaded crisis after crisis.
And so, his strength grew ever