So this was the truth of these vast Ancestral Grounds.
The truth hidden beneath the lies was actually this cruel...
This world would ultimately head toward destruction, and nothing would remain downstream of the Long River.
Trading one world for another-what a familiar method.
Was that Floating Leaf drifting in the Long River not just the same?
Gentle Rouyun could not bring herself to trade someone else's world for her own world's eternal life, yet she had ultimately been slain by the people of her own world!
This cruel world... had no need for gentleness.
The truth of this world was always so easily rewritten. How simple it was for those above to conceal the truth.
Covering the truth with a lie that resembled it could make that lie seem so real.
Had those people living within the Ancestral Image World ever doubted?
Cold wind slipped through the gaps, and Su Mo slowly sat down on the ground.
The immortal power Old Madman had poured into him was finally exhausted, leaving only endless pain and an indescribable desolation.
The Heart Tree swayed in the wind, and many more withered leaves fell.
They landed on Su Mo's pale, long hair, making him look somewhat forlorn...
One man and one tree leaned against each other as they faced the powerful enemies before them, looking somewhat lonely.
Su Mo knew he was still alive now because the Three Pure Ones and the others had not truly struck at him.
Otherwise, with the supreme power of eight Immortal Venerables, including the Three Pure Ones, how could they have allowed him to reach the foot of the Heart Tree?
Perhaps the greatest reason was that he was already dying...
The Three Pure Ones knew he was a variable and did not want further complications, wishing