Ethereal High Heavens, clouds surged in boundless streams, vast and limitless.
From the towering White Jade Capital, countless trillions of steps descended.
In the vast palace at its very summit, there were only two figures, one in gold and one in purple.
Within the immense Dao Palace, the sun held sovereignty, and thunder administered punishment.
The purple-robed Daoist stood with his hands lowered and asked softly:
"Senior brother, did you go to the Southern Continent because of... Yu Shenxiu?"
The Immortal Dao Imperial Lord named Ji Fuyao nodded slightly.
"I was cultivating in seclusion, preparing for the next Luotian Dao Discussion.
"Unexpectedly, Yu Shenxiu's [Yang Qi Taixiang Heaven] suddenly trembled, stirring the [Sun] Metal Position. I had no choice but to leave seclusion and go there."
A True Lord occupied a Metal Position and had to accord with its imagery and follow its Dao trajectory.
The purple-robed Daoist naturally understood this deeply.
Few beneath heaven could cause a change in the [Sun]. Yu Shenxiu was one of them.
After pondering for a long time, he finally voiced the doubt in his heart.
"In your opinion, senior brother, has Yu Shenxiu truly died, his Dao extinguished?"
At first hearing, this question seemed utterly groundless and extremely abrupt.
Since ancient times, there had never been a precedent of a True Lord surviving the shattering of their Metal Position.
Yet when it came to Yu Shenxiu, no one dared reach a conclusion lightly.
For everyone in the Jambudvipa Vast Land knew that this True Lord Yu excelled at feigning death. He could even deceive the Heavenly Lord.
In shedding his shell like a golden cicada and feigning death to scheme against others, he was unquestionably the pinnacle of cunning.
Otherwise, why would more than twenty True Lords have gathered to witness it, only