Everyone immediately gathered around, holding their breath as they read on.
[My name is Cang Xuan.]
[The world calls me mad, mocking me for neither pursuing dominion nor seizing fortune.]
[The views of ants.]
[A frog in a well cannot fathom the sea; a summer insect cannot comprehend ice.]
[Immortals seek eternal life, demons prize bloodlines, and devils pursue slaughter. The myriad great paths are all slaves to power, yet not one soul dares ask... what is the true nature of this world?]
[I spent a hundred thousand years dissecting all living things and unraveling the laws. At last, I discovered a secret capable of overturning the Three Realms.]
At this point, the Immortal Emperors involuntarily stopped breathing.
From here, the handwriting grew increasingly wild:
[Death is not the end of all things.]
"Death is not the end..."
Si Chen murmured those words, his gaze losing focus for a rare, fleeting instant.
He could not help thinking of himself.
His death had indeed not been an end, but an entirely new beginning.
A deeply strange glint flashed through Si Chen's eyes. He said nothing, merely watching the words suspended in midair.
The writing continued to appear:
[Everyone in the Cultivation World says that when cultivators fall, their three souls and seven spirits return to heaven, while their spiritual energy nourishes the earth.]
[But they are wrong! Utterly wrong!]
[The Heavenly Dao is flawed. The Heavenly Dao is flawed!]
In Ancient Times, in the Demon Realm.
Clad in a long robe, Cang Xuan stood with his hands behind his back.
His face was exceptionally handsome, yet pale as paper. His long hair was loosely pinned up with a beast bone of unknown origin.
A corpse lay motionless on the long table before him.
It belonged to a demonic cultivator whose