The black-robed man flew out of the sword river, his body twisting like a wisp of sword light that seemed ready to disperse at any moment.
Yet the aura radiating from him still gave even Lu Ren, who had stepped into the peak Holy King realm, an overwhelming sense of oppression, as though he were facing a vast universe.
The black-robed man stared at Lu Ren and revealed a mysterious smile. "Lu Ren, we meet again!"
"You again?"
Lu Ren could not help asking.
"The fact that you have come this far proves that this venerable self's efforts back then were not in vain!"
The black-robed man said.
"There are some things I need to know!"
Lu Ren said.
The black-robed man smiled. "What do you want to know?"
Lu Ren stared fixedly at the black-robed man. "Who exactly are you? Why do you look exactly like me?"
"You are this venerable self, and this venerable self is you. This venerable self used the Void of Destiny Sword Soul and paid a certain price to forcibly send a wisp of Divine Sense back into the past, altering a sliver of the trajectory of fate!"
The black-robed man said calmly.
"What? You are me? Altering the trajectory of fate?"
Lu Ren was utterly stunned by the black-robed man's words. He stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for words.
"Hun Mie Xian robbed this venerable self of his fortune. Coupled with this venerable self's identity as a Void of Destiny, it made this venerable self tread on thin ice in the Upper Realm, even becoming an enemy of all bloodline Martial Artists. In the end, this venerable self was defeated and fell!"
The black-robed man shook his head, his expression somewhat desolate.
"You fell? Does that mean I will die sooner or