Within the Bamboo Pavilion, luminous clouds rippled gently. Tai Zhen chuckled and looked at Chu Mo.
"Dao contention is perilous. Far too many people in Fuli have their eyes on that 'seat.' And because of certain matters, some people harbor profound misunderstandings about me. I told you this merely because I wanted to find a few more helpers. As for the final outcome, naturally, whoever has the superior methods will win."
"I see." After hearing the explanation, Chu Mo nodded silently, looking as though he believed it completely. He rose and cupped his hands.
"Thank you for enlightening me, Ancestral Vein. I will remember your words and make thorough preparations once I return."
"Mm." Tai Zhen looked up at him, then seemed to recall something. "Right, I know your Daos of Universe and Space possess many wondrous qualities, but remember: never attempt to alter the past."
Under Chu Mo's puzzled gaze, Tai Zhen smiled. "Once you entertain that thought while in the past, you will trigger a divine ability left behind by that Heavenly Venerable of Supreme Heaven.
"If you truly act on it, you will summon the Heavenly Venerable's phantom. In a more serious case, you might even draw the Heavenly Venerable's attention directly, and that exalted being will personally resolve the anomaly.
"If you die, it will give me quite a headache."
"Uh..."
How do you know all this so clearly?
Chu Mo looked at Tai Zhen in bewilderment. Seeing how utterly certain Tai Zhen appeared, without the slightest hint of nonsense, the corner of his mouth twitched. Could it be... he already tried it himself?
Tai Zhen said no more and merely smiled at him. ...
After leaving the Delusive Dust Great Thousand, Chu Mo returned to the Perched Cloud Grotto-Heaven.
He stood atop a solitary peak,