The Nightmare True Lord had walked the mortal world for a thousand years, observing countless worldly affairs and countless dreams.
From beginning to end, he had believed one thing.
There were accidents in this world, but no coincidences.
Every coincidence was the work of human hands.
Take Qiu Qianhai, for instance... Two people with the same full name had appeared on one continent, and both were absurdly powerful.
Could anyone ask with a straight face, "Was that possible?"
The Qiu Qianhai before him had become so strong because the Nightmare True Lord had devoted himself to helping him.
But what about the other Qiu Qianhai, the notorious "Old Devil Qiu"?
Did he also have a Nascent Soul old monster teaching him at his side?
It was possible, of course.
But to say the two Qiu Qianhais had nothing whatsoever to do with each other? Absolutely impossible.
Old Devil Qiu was bound to know Qiu Qianhai, his own final disciple.
"Looks like he most likely came from that Dragon-Nurturing Land too."
The thought flashed through the Nightmare True Lord's mind. Then he remembered something else—or rather, someone else.
The good brother he had killed before Qiu Qianhai's eyes using a dream.
The very person Qiu Qianhai had never stopped thinking about.
"If that's really the case, this should be interesting."
After that private murmur, the Nightmare True Lord fled the place once more.
He had no intention of telling Qiu Qianhai the truth. Even if he did tell him, now was not the time.
If revenge had not kept Qiu Qianhai going all these years,
never mind advancing his cultivation so quickly—he would have died countless times over.
"Hatred has always been a useful thing. It just depends on how you use it."
"Let's go. We'll find a place for you