After Chen Cuo asked that question, silence fell around the entire Sacrificial Altar.
"So you do know."
Chen Cuo narrowed his eyes at the three people on the Sacrificial Altar.
Though he had known them only briefly, he had driven back the visitor from Beyond the Mundane, and he himself was an Incomplete Dao Master whose Dao Mark was closely bound to the River of History. Through that connection, he could roughly discern who these three were—
Most likely, they too were Incomplete Dao Masters.
But seeing their bodies frozen, able to travel only in spirit, Chen Cuo could also tell that they had been sealed here.
Under these circumstances, he undoubtedly held the advantage.
So whatever the three of them had in mind, they would have to give his question some sort of answer.
Sure enough.
"We have no other choice."
The Elderly Voice sighed, then began, "Primordial Chaos was the first vital energy. When Primordial Chaos first divided, wind and qi began to stir. Then came Pangu, who churned the chaos, separated the clear from the turbid, and opened heaven and earth..."
The Elderly Voice spoke at a measured pace, as though preparing to recount that ancient past.
"Hold on."
Chen Cuo's voice cut off the account. "I'd like to hear the whole story too, but we'd best get to the point."
His tone was calm, but he felt a measure of urgency.
Perhaps it was something peculiar to the Land of Qiu Ruins, or perhaps his bond with the River Domain had grown closer now, forty years later. Either way, what had happened after Wu Hong returned to Beyond the Mundane had already reached him through that glimmer of light.
He realized that more people from Beyond the Mundane might descend soon. The identity of the next