Hearing Chang Suzhen calmly utter words that could practically shake the entire Cultivation World, Ouyang wore an expression that said he had expected as much, while Zhao Qiansun could only feel his head buzzing.
Too many things had shocked him today. Even someone as brilliantly clever as him had been so stunned by today's revelations that his brain had crashed.
He had thought he had received the legacy of an Otherworldly Expert. Instead, he had received the legacies of two Sect Masters of the Azure Cloud Sect, one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands.
He despised sects more than anything, yet he had become the very thing he hated most.
And what had he just heard?
Who hadn't heard of the Dao-Demon War? All sorts of stories and popular tales circulated throughout the Cultivation World, recounting the glorious deeds of mighty cultivators during that war.
Yet the Ten Thousand Demon Nation Ruler before him had calmly said that the Devil Race's seal was inside her own abdomen?!
This was fucking history, right before his eyes!
Although Zhao Qiansun had no idea what these beings standing at the pinnacle of the world were plotting, his instincts told him that once he became entangled in it, he would never be able to extricate himself!
But could he refuse?
From the moment he had accepted the legacies, he had already entered this game!
Unlike Zhao Qiansun, who fretted over gains and losses, Ouyang, standing beside him, suddenly understood.
Before his second junior brother reopened the Immortal Gate, the forces behind the scenes who wanted him to do so would naturally never allow Chang Xiaoyue to die.
If Ouyang went to kill Chang Xiaoyue, he would inevitably draw those hidden hands out into the open to protect her.
When that happened, they would naturally