"Mm... How much did you know about the truth behind that great cataclysm? And how had you survived until now?"
Chen Yang chose to sidestep the subject rather than poke at Wu Chang's sore spot, continuing his investigation.
Yet his question made Wu Chang somewhat impatient again.
Chen Yang could already read his thoughts from his emotions. What Wu Chang was surely thinking now was, Why should this stone-headed fool who knows nothing get to sit in the position of Divine Palace Master?
But as an orthodox remnant elder of the Ancient God Path, he still continued answering for the sake of Chen Yang's identity. "I do not know the specifics, but many gods did indeed come here to seek refuge. They wanted me to bury them in the graveyard so they could escape the calamity."
"The two empty mausoleums we passed earlier were originally prepared for them."
"Unfortunately, the Old Divine Lord came in person afterward and captured every one of those fellows trying to hide from disaster, taking them back to the Divine Court."
Divine Lord!
Chen Yang had learned of another existence he had never heard of from Wu Chang's words.
Someone capable of capturing a host of gods and taking them back to the Divine Court could only have been the former lord of the Divine Court—the most supreme existence of the Divine Dao lineage in those days.
"The reason I survived was also thanks to the Old Divine Lord. Before he left, he designated the Divine Mausoleum as a place of exile, no longer under the Divine Court's jurisdiction. Those Outer-worldly Demonic Shadows therefore never found this place."
Wu Chang's spirit body flickered slightly, as though recalling the scenes of those bygone days. "Later, the Divine Dao collapsed. I buried myself. The Old Divine Lord