The sudden voice made everyone present jolt. They all turned toward the crystal of the Heart of the World.
"The game I've spent years setting up can finally end!"
Lu Taixu, who had been sitting cross-legged inside the crystal, slowly rose. Before everyone's astonished eyes, his figure twisted violently and began to change.
His silver mask crumbled to ash. His hideously burned face faded away, replaced by that of a handsome, distinguished middle-aged man with deep, cold eyes.
He stood with one hand behind his back and the Divine Dao Origin in the other, a smug smile on his face.
"Li Wangsheng... How could it be him?"
"I told you Lu Taixu was Li Wangsheng in disguise! Why would Li Wangsheng ever let the Divine Path Great World revive?"
Many Divine Dao experts stared in shock. They recognized him at a glance.
They could never forget that face, not even in death. It belonged to the Ancestor of Myriad Immortals, who had personally driven the Divine Path Great World into the abyss of destruction.
Li Wangsheng!
"Li Wangsheng?"
Gu Changsheng's heart lurched, and his expression turned grim.
"Li Wangsheng..."
Lu Ren stared at that face, rage erupting in his chest like a volcano.
In an instant, he understood. He had been played.
He had always guarded against Li Wangsheng and had guessed that Li Wangsheng would set his sights on the Divine Dao Origin. But he had never imagined that Lu Taixu was another of Li Wangsheng's disguises!
The middle-aged man swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying the indifference of one looking down upon all living things. "I am Li Wangsheng, yet I am not Li Wangsheng. You may call me Xie Wansheng. I rather like that name."
"Xie Wansheng?"
Lu Ren