The Great Heart-Demon Art?
Those words exploded like a thunderclap in Jieyin and Zhunti's minds.
Both men froze almost simultaneously. The horror already fixed on their faces was now overlaid with even deeper bewilderment and shock.
The Great Heart-Demon Art... what was that?
They had never heard the name.
Yet more than the unfamiliar name itself, what shook them to their very cores was another piece of information revealed in Luohu's words.
Fellow Daoist Changqing.
Gu Changqing!
Gu Changqing again!
Zhunti's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints. He felt as though someone had poured a basin of ice water over his head, chilling him from crown to sole.
"G-Gu Changqing?"
His voice was dry and hoarse, trembling in a way that even he found unfamiliar.
"H-how is that possible?!"
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
That thought churned wildly through Zhunti's mind like a raging tide, wave after wave battering his already tottering Dao Heart.
Earlier, he had personally entered that expanse of demonic void and confronted Luohu head-on.
That battle had been utterly real. There could have been no deception.
He had watched Luohu's Dao Body explode beneath his palm, watched demonic blood scatter across the void, watched Luohu's presence vanish completely from the world.
More importantly, the anger and resentment on Luohu's face at the beginning of their battle had certainly not been feigned.
And from beginning to end...
Gu Changqing had never appeared!
Throughout the entire Void Rift, there had been no third presence besides his own and Luohu's.
Zhunti was certain of that. With his current cultivation and perception, no one could possibly have lurked nearby without his noticing.
But if Gu Changqing had never appeared, how had the Great Heart-Demon Art reached Luohu?
At that thought, Zhunti went utterly numb.
It was not a numbness of flesh, but utter