At Chen Cuo's words, Gao Bai and Wang Shichong both froze. Then, as if by unspoken agreement, they exchanged a glance. Both frowned, and neither spoke.
Gao Bai finally asked, "You truly don't know? Nothing has come back to you?"
Seeing their reaction, Chen Cuo understood a little. "This matter must run deep. Even here, you can't speak freely about it. In that case, tell me where it began. Speak of the past. People have always used ancient events to shed light on the present."
"Heh." Wang Shichong's laugh dripped with scorn. "Your methods from Beyond the Mundane may keep the power of Heaven and Earth at bay, but the Cycle Tribulation involves the Seven Heavens Avenue! Immortals, demons, humans, gods, and buddhas throughout heaven and earth will be drawn into it. You may shut them out for a time, but once the Dreamscape recedes and everything returns to its former state, what we say will inevitably leak into Heaven and Earth and become known to the Heavenly Dao!"
Once the Dreamscape recedes? An idea stirred in Chen Cuo's mind, but he kept it to himself. He merely smiled. "Then I won't ask for the particulars of the Great Calamity. Just tell me its origins. Surely that much is possible?"
Gao Bai frowned and was about to speak.
But Wang Shichong cut in first. "If you keep pressing me and I still refuse, I doubt I'll even live through today, let alone survive until the Dreamscape recedes and I'm entangled in the Cause and Effect of the Heavenly Realms. So I'll tell you a little. Perhaps then you'll grasp how dangerous this is and stop asking!"
Chen Cuo smiled. "Go on. If your answer satisfies me, I'll not only spare your life but protect you as well. I won't let