"Hm?"
Seeing the Lord of Self flee into the phantom without hesitation, Chen Cuo pointed a finger at him!
The glazed light turned crimson, pierced through Void and Reality, and stabbed into the phantom!
A scream came from within, then silence.
"That could only gravely wound him, not kill him. But if he couldn't even withstand the Red Light Art, the Lord of Self must have suffered badly—perhaps even damage to the foundations of his Primordial Vital Energy!"
At that thought, Chen Cuo felt a trace of regret.
"He came at me with all the force of a tiger, hurling several solidified dynastic torrents my way. They added a great deal to my foundations. Though I learned from him how to gather waves of an era and Historical Shadows, a Dynasty is too intricate to condense into an era's torrent without painstaking effort. How could that compare to someone wrapping them up and delivering them to my door? Still, he started with the Qin Dynasty and never touched Pre-Qin or any earlier Dynasty. Perhaps those times involve certain taboos. After all, the Qin Dynasty was when Heaven and Earth were severed!"
As the thought faded, Chen Cuo's gaze turned sword-sharp. Carrying a thread of Divine Sense, it pierced the phantom and immediately caught countless afterimages shifting within.
Complex, chaotic, swift, disorderly!
"This phantom is linked to the River of History and contains fragments of the past. No wonder the Lord of Self fled into it!"
Chen Cuo saw through his purpose at a glance, and thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, rising in a swarm!
"Judging by what happened earlier, the Lord of Self's identity and origins are highly suspicious. He may be closely tied to the River of History. His words even suggested a connection to the Heavenly