"Northern Thunder Blessed Land."
A scene of utter ruin.
As Xu Xuan sensed the energies here, he felt a trace of primordial chaos condensed within them, making this place exceptionally suited to cultivating the various Great Daos of the Five Phases.
This must once have been a sacred haven for immortals, but now only ruins remained.
Silver and black blood smeared the earth, thunderbolts bursting from it. Palaces had toppled, temple courtyards had collapsed, and charred human silhouettes covered the ground, as though fierce flames had burned them to ash in an instant, leaving only the ashes of tribulation.
Everything in sight was dim, lit only by wisps and strands of lightning.
"They all died."
Xu Xuan sensed the lingering energies of more than one fallen Purple Mansion cultivator. With a slight stirring of his Divine Ability, he seemed able to recreate the carnage of that day.
The Northern Thunder lineage had been slaughtered almost to the last person. Left with no alternative, True Person Deng had sworn a thunder oath and moved the blessed land here before his death.
Amid these ruins, only one dark mysterious divine palace still stood, wreathed in lightning.
[Supreme Truth Palace]
A couplet hung to either side, reading:
[Lesser truth obeys my command]
[Lesser falsehood may not overstep]
Xu Xuan read silently, a suspicion already forming in his heart.
Within the Primordial Beginning Great Dao, truth and falsehood should have been divided into ranks. In the words before him, [Supreme truth] employed altar thunder, [lesser truth] employed truth, and [lesser falsehood] employed dai.
This accorded with what Xu Xuan had understood in the false history long ago.
The world had supreme truth, but no supreme falsehood.
However false a thing might be, there would always be something still more false, just as the course