In the turn of a thought, Chen Cuo seemed to catch a thread running through the Netherworld. But layer upon layer of Mist shrouded it. He could glimpse it for an instant, only to lose himself in confusion the next, unable to probe it any further.
For Chen Cuo, though, that much was enough.
"Putting together what I knew from my Previous Life and what I've learned in this one, the matter of Journey to the West bears looking into. After all..."
He suddenly recalled the question he had asked in the Eastern Observatory's library in Southern Chen.
"According to those two Humanity Path Deities, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven never existed in history. Even the Heavenly Palace is incomplete, and all sorts of legends are only half true. But later generations can fill out and reshape those old tales through the way they tell them..."
With what he knew and the breadth of his vision now, Chen Cuo could look at the same matter and see past its surface to the information hidden beneath.
He had no intention of investigating further just yet. He tucked that faint intuition of the Netherworld away and waved a hand, tearing through the peach-red mist around him—
As the Poison Venerable drove his Seed-Saint Derivative Divine Ability, the Peach-Red Miasma grew thicker. It began drawing in moisture from all around, condensing it into a fine drizzle that fell toward the ground.
"This art is the deadliest poison under heaven! Even I can scarcely withstand it! Chen Fangqing, to drive me this far, you truly have come close to being the foremost person in the Mortal World! But the Mortal World has its limits!"
Raindrops drifted through the air. The Poison Venerable's robes billowed, and the Buddha Light behind him had turned into