The Holy Land Interception Sect had suffered this great upheaval, but fortunately, its losses had not been too devastating.
According to Ying Dang's tally, more than eighty disciples had been reduced directly to dust, including one in the Primordial Origin Realm!
When Tongtian learned of this, he was naturally furious.
But if he confronted Heavenly Venerable Indra now, forget any chance of victory-he probably would not even know how he had died.
Still, Tongtian etched this hatred into his heart.
As he sat alone in his secluded cultivation retreat on the rear mountain, phantom figures kept appearing around him.
Every phantom was a heart demon!
Sure enough, learning so many secrets he was powerless to do anything about far too early was no blessing for Tongtian.
The power of nothingness churned and circulated within him.
With every cycle, it sought to eradicate the heart demon illusions that were springing up!
Yet as the Heavenly Demon Art evolved, it detected neither the aura nor the spiritual roots of anyone other than Tongtian!
This only left Tongtian even more frustrated.
If Venerable Brahma was right, this body of mine might have housed at least four different people!
The original Tongtian, Pangu, Shenzhan 01, and the transmigrator who had crossed over and possessed this body!
Tongtian could no longer quite distinguish who he really was!
Judging solely by his primordial spirit and memories, he was himself, not Tongtian or anyone else.
That essence of his true self had never changed!
But when he had crossed over, he was already Saint Tongtian. Did that mean the original Tongtian had died for some reason before he had transmigrated to the Primordial World?
Which had come first, the system or himself?
Even now, Tongtian dared not draw a firm conclusion.
But there was one thing he