"But why was there a Golden Book of immortal cultivation in my Divine Palace? Something in the Unseen has been guiding me down the path of immortal cultivation!"
"What connection does Hai Chen have to that Emperor's Son from the Immortal Realm?"
"And what connection does the Haibei Tribe have to the Immortal Realm?"
Although the truths he currently knew could clear away some of the fog and confusion, the many more questions that followed left Mu Bai even more bewildered.
"Why do I always have the sense of having passed through a thousand lifetimes of reincarnation? Who is that woman in white, the Mysterious Female Holy Maiden, Li Muxue? Why does that Emperor's Son from the Immortal Realm want to take Li Muxue away?"
Every question pointed toward the Immortal Realm. Mu Bai could not work it out himself, and no one could answer him. He needed to keep going, perhaps even set foot in the Immortal Realm himself, before he would have a chance to sweep away all the fog.
As a pawn, one would forever remain a pawn, manipulated by others without even knowing it. Only by becoming a player facing them across the board could one understand this game of chess that was the Origin Realm, or even win it.
After avenging his tribe, Mu Bai had impersonated Xuan Jingnian and infiltrated the Kunling Sect, inexplicably been named the Third Holy Son of the Qianyuan Sacred Land, and rescued Xing Yun and Hu Meier. Afterward, he had continued to bear the title of Qianyuan Third Holy Son and come to the Venerable Domain, hoping to improve his cultivation, only to gradually begin losing himself.
"I will go to the Immortal Realm and see just what those Immortal Cultivators are plotting! I will shatter all the fog