Chen Cuo steadied his mind and cast aside every stray thought.
He sensed that what he was about to hear from the leader of this great cult was no small matter.
Yet after speaking, Qingxu made no move. His gaze swept across the city, piercing Cause and Effect, before he said, "Though this is a time and place from the past, it still counts as the Mortal World and remains connected to later ages. It would be inconvenient to speak plainly here." A smile appeared on his face. "How about this..."
He extended a finger. Light gathered at its tip, and he swept it through the air.
The light scattered and spread in an instant, enveloping both him and Chen Cuo.
The next moment, streets, villages, and rows of houses appeared before Chen Cuo. With a wave of his hand, Qingxu had created an Illusory Realm that vividly portrayed the Mortal World.
Chen Cuo looked on in puzzlement.
Qingxu pointed to one of the houses and smiled. "No hurry, Daoist Friend. Look at this household."
Chen Cuo focused his gaze. He heard babies crying: three had been born in the house, triplet brothers.
If he means to tell me the secrets of the Revolving Calamity, why show me three newborn brothers?
His confusion deepened, but he watched patiently. Soon, he noticed something unusual.
The scene in the Illusory Realm raced onward as though someone had pressed a fast-forward button. In the space of a breath, the three infants grew into young men.
"No hurry, Daoist Friend."
Qingxu caught Chen Cuo's expression and chuckled before tapping a finger toward the scene.
One day, the three brothers were playing together in their back courtyard when a sapling suddenly broke through the soil. In the blink of an eye, it grew into a