Some things might have been coincidences, but others hardly seemed like coincidences at all.
Take the old Celestial Master Qi Zhongbin, for instance. It truly had not been a coincidence of identical names. He was the old Celestial Master himself.
And a marten with gray-white fur would have been hard to find even deep in the wild mountains, much less one raised by a person. No, it had not been raised by a person, because it was itself a monster!
With that, many things gradually fell into place in Tan Yuanshang's mind, and his understanding of many things began to turn upside down.
The Yi Household's eldest son, who had been mad for so many years; that face which, for quite a long time, had seemed untouched by age...
Thinking back, when he and the Former Emperor had listened to stories at his residence, Mr. Yi had told "River God's Fall." And then there was the time when god statues in temples across ten thousand miles had all cracked apart...
Had that really been nothing more than a story Mr. Yi had invented?
Was it possible that, decades ago on the Kaiyang River, the immortal in that story had actually been Mr. Yi?
The river god wrought evil, the immortal flew into a rage, the Heavenly Realm came to seize the culprit, and a head fell upon the Demon-Slaying Platform.
When he had first seen the monster, Tan Yuanshang had been awed and frightened, but his body had not reacted so strongly. Now, the more he thought, the clearer everything became, and waves of goosebumps rose across his skin.
No one else knew how many thoughts had flashed through Tan Yuanshang's mind in that brief span. They merely assumed he was so astonished by the existence of a real monster