Vast torrents of Rules surged throughout the room.
"Lu He... Tibo..."
Two spirit tablets stood quietly on the Offering Table, one on either side.
There were no offerings before them, only four Meditation Cushions laid out below.
It was unclear whether they had no such custom or there was some other reason.
Yet at that moment, Wang Ba and Man Daoist both froze where they stood.
Their faces were stunned.
"Lu He should be the master of this Courtyard, that Immortal surnamed Lu. The Immortal Severance Land formed from his remains. According to what we learned before, he did indeed die, but..."
He could not help looking at the spirit tablet inscribed with "Tibo," bewilderment rising in his heart.
"Wasn't one killed and the other wounded? Then why is Tibo's spirit tablet here?"
"Did he die too?"
A thought stirred, and he immediately looked toward Man Daoist.
This perpetually unfathomable figure now also wore a face full of confusion.
Clearly, he knew nothing of this situation either.
"Is it because Man Daoist was actually born only after the great battle?"
The Immortal surnamed Lu had perished, and his immortal blood had contaminated all the surrounding Ancient Cultivators. Unwilling to simply vanish, their countless wills had converged into the present Man Daoist-this was the sequence Wang Ba had inferred from Man Daoist's words. There might be discrepancies, but that should broadly be what had happened.
"In other words, Man Daoist doesn't actually know whether that great monk is alive or dead either..."
He immediately thought of Big Yellow, suppressed outside by the Soul-Suppressing Talisman. Having remained here all this time, perhaps he knew something.
But then Wang Ba shook his head slightly.
Big Yellow was muddleheaded, his words and actions seemingly jumbled. He might well be unable to explain things clearly,