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Ever since Tang Changsheng had destroyed one of the Lord of Ultimate's doppelgangers in Dun'an City, he had harbored suspicions.
Why, of all things, was the Lord of Ultimate's doppelganger a bald monk?
What did the Lord of Ultimate hope to accomplish by sending an incarnation into this world every few centuries to become the Bliss Cult Patriarch?
And each time the natives of this world destroyed him, his forces were never wiped out completely. Instead, as soon as he was "reborn"—or rather, sent down another doppelganger—they sprang back to life like embers from cold ashes.
That meant his forces had somewhere to hide while he was gone, somewhere even the countless immortals and gods could not find them.
The likeliest answer was that they had all changed their faces.
But what disguise could fool this world's many deities again and again while leaving so few traces?
Tang Changsheng's suspicions naturally fell on those monks.
Besides, this operation was meant to ensure that the Northern Zhou army crossed the river safely...
They had made such a spectacle of it that, rather than merely securing the crossing, they were killing two birds with one stone: setting a trap to lure out the enemy.
He had not expected that, although they had indeed drawn out the Lord of Ultimate's hidden forces, the fish they had hooked would be far bigger than he had imagined.
"Which world does that vortex lead to? Could it be where the other Purple Dusk Demons dwell?"
Tang Changsheng appeared composed, but the thought had nearly made him turn