"This matter..."
Zhang Yuan's tone grew grave, as though he were recalling the past, though he was actually thinking up an excuse. Then inspiration struck, and he brought the wisdom of a Dust-Dyed Realm Celestial Person to bear, shaking his head as he said:
"There's no harm in telling you. That day, the Great Heng Founder revived. When he struck, the First God resisted with all his might, but his revival was not yet complete, and he was no match for him. Before the First God fell, he passed his remaining power to me and dragged me into a stretch of the great void, allowing me to survive the Divine Master's strike. After a month of agonizing assimilation, I have reached Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Realm."
"As for why I appeared here, it was all the First God's guidance."
After this perfectly self-consistent explanation, Yu Lian and the black-robed cultists readily chose to believe him.
So that was what happened.
The corners of Zhang Yuan's mouth rose slightly beneath his hood. It was not that Yu Lian and these black-robed cultists were too stupid. His explanation was simply too flawless.
How could a Holy Son at Outer Dao Foundation Establishment have survived? The First God saved him.
Where had his strength, far beyond Outer Dao Foundation Establishment, come from? Again, the First God had given it to him.
And why had he appeared here?
Still the First God's guidance.
The [Demon-Summoning Response Incarnation] was dead beyond all possibility of revival anyway. He could just pin everything on the "First God." Anyone who dared question him was questioning the First God!
What? You dare say the First God didn't save me? Isn't that questioning the First God?
You damned heretic!
Having finished his explanation, Zhang Yuan finally unrolled the