Crossing a Billion Layers of the Sea of Bitterness, Transcending the Mortal World to Reach the Other Shore

Everyone was utterly bewildered. Their realms were too low to understand Lin Xian's words; even Zhang Bainin, an outstanding figure of the Chaotic Ancient Era, felt lost in the clouds.

This touched upon the ultimate truth of history, something only Immortal Emperors could know.

"History has been tampered with!" Lin Xian sighed, explaining in the simplest terms.

It was like a game. All Worlds were not the players, but the NPCs. The true protagonist was the Eerie Plateau, which could resurrect without limit.

Even if the ending was smashed to pieces, it did not matter, because the player would invoke the mighty art of reloading a save and start over-utterly shameless!

Whenever a Heavenly Emperor from All Worlds or the Empyrean defeated the Plateau, the Plateau Will would rewind time and make the hero try again.

"Perhaps neither you nor I truly exists. We may be like the shades in the Netherworld, a piece of information in a dream, a ripple, a particle of soul, a line of text." Lin Xian gazed into the dark universe, his eyes profound, and murmured, "Real, or false..."

Everyone shuddered. What sort of ghost story was Holy Master Lin telling? It was terrifying. Their yang energy brimmed within them; they were clearly living people.

"Accumulated yang becomes spirit, and within spirit lies form. Form is born of the sun, the sun is born of the moon. Accumulated yin becomes form, and within form lies spirit..."

Some frightened Saints recited passages from the Scripture of Deliverance to examine their own condition, but no strange phenomena appeared, nor did any ghosts wail or wolves howl.

"Dao Ancestor Lin, you're going a little too far."

Even Zhang Bainin frowned deeply. "The Heavenly Emperor once said that people do not reincarnate; only eras do."

History repeated itself, but