This had always puzzled Tang Changsheng. It seemed the relationship between time in different spacetime realms was far more complicated than he had imagined. As he pondered it, the Heavenly Venerable lost interest. "A pity. This fragment can only perform the Three Realms Mirror's calculations...
"You may go. Keep this news hidden if you can. Otherwise, the Purple Dusk Demon will be the first to come after you!"
Tang Changsheng's heart tightened. He bowed in thanks, and Steward Zuo Qiu escorted him out.
A long while later, Steward Zuo Qiu returned to the Heavenly Venerable's side and asked cautiously, "Does Your Venerable regard that young man differently?"
"He was perfectly at ease before me. That means he holds me in limited awe." The Heavenly Venerable smiled indifferently. "It also means he is ambitious and will never accept being manipulated by anyone...
"Ambition grows with ability. No wonder he won a great victory at Flying Goose Pass and wiped out the Holy Marshal's group.
"That being so, he will never place himself wholly at the Immortal Sects' disposal. Given his position as a Heavenly Lord, he will have to turn toward the Heavenly Court eventually.
"So why shouldn't I give him a hand? Unlike that Heavenly Lord of Happy Tour Heaven. Hmph... he can no longer free himself from the Azure Sea True Void Palace's control!"
Zuo Qiu Zhongguan nodded, showing he understood what to do.
The Heavenly Venerable said no more. He turned to face the wall, and his figure soon blurred, as though he filled every corner of space and yet was not there at all—as though the figure before Zuo Qiu Zhongguan was only an illusion.
Tang Changsheng left the Heavenly Palace and sat cross-legged in the carriage, caring nothing for appearances. He began circulating his power with