Silence settled over the Hall of Thoughtful Reflection.
Lu Qingxuan looked Ouyang Yu up and down, unsure whether to write the boy off as a lunatic or keep listening.
Xu Yuan asked directly:
"You've said plenty, but we have no way to tell what's true. So tell me this first: who is the Immortal Lord?"
"I don't know. I only know that each of our families secretly worships an Immortal Lord," Ouyang Yu said.
"Every Aristocratic Clan that has stood firm through the ages worships an Immortal Lord!"
Xu Yuan turned to Lu Qingxuan.
"Does your family worship one?"
"How could we? I've never heard of it," Lu Qingxuan said.
"Everything that connected the Lu Family to its past was severed long ago. Of course you can't contact the Immortal Lord," Ouyang Yu said with a sneer.
Lu Qingxuan raised a hand to summon someone, but Xu Yuan stopped him.
"Wait... Then tell me how powerful the Immortal Lord is."
Xu Yuan kept pressing.
Ouyang Yu looked at him and said meaningfully, "Without the Immortal Lord, how could these families control vast territories, build such great foundations in an exceptionally harsh, shattered world, and pass them down generation after generation until their branches still flourish today?"
"The Immortal Lord hasn't made a move since the Ninefold Nether invaded," Xu Yuan said.
"It was asleep. It only woke recently after sensing a change in Heaven and Earth," Ouyang Yu said.
Lu Qingxuan and Xu Yuan exchanged a glance.
"But... by your account, you were carrying out your family's plan and doing it well. Why tell us all this now?"
Lu Qingxuan frowned, unable to understand.
Ouyang Yu lowered his head and said nothing.
That's right.
*If I hadn't been reborn once, I might have died without ever taking revenge or defying