Whoosh!
A long while later, outside the Purple Ruins Universe, Yuangeng's burly figure emerged from the boundless void. His unfathomable majesty, domineering enough to reign over all beneath heaven, stretched vast as a sea of stars. Even the gales beyond the world, sharper than the Heavenly Blade, could not stir the hem of his robes.
"That Immortal Tribulation Sword Lord is no decent fellow either. Venerable Mu, who perished together with Longevity Heavenly Venerable earlier, had an aura of the same lineage as his. He must have been his disciple or fellow sect member. Yet when Venerable Mu died on the battlefield, he showed no reaction whatsoever. How interesting!"
Within his sleeve, the Heavenly Nether Treasure gave a sinister chuckle. Although it had not directly participated in the earlier battle, it had learned much through the Immortal Master's fleshly body, and held an Extreme Dao expert like the Immortal Tribulation Sword Lord in utter disdain.
"Perhaps he lost to the Immortal Master in an earlier struggle to become the one who called the shots in that world. The Immortal Tribulation Sword Art he possesses should be complete. By contrast, Venerable Mu, who perished together with Changsheng, had an incomplete sword art. This may involve some past events in their world."
Yuangeng stroked his chin and, after a little consideration, offered a conjecture.
It went without saying that a great realm like the Strange World could never be a solid slab of iron. Even if Immortal Master Azure Luan was powerful enough to determine the overall course of that great realm, he could not completely suppress everyone's ambitions.
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And that was precisely what Yuangeng needed. He could tell that the Immortal Tribulation Sword Lord bore deep resentment toward Immortal Master Azure Luan-even deeper than