He Had Truly Died

After he spoke, his expression turned somewhat hesitant. He looked at Chen Yanshu and said, "Behind these Star Sea cultivators stands a Great Celestial Venerable—the Giant Spirit Rakshasa of the Rakshasa Race."

"If this implicates the Dao Ancestor, then even ten thousand deaths would not absolve our Ghost Face Race!"

Yu Fangshuo's expression was grim. The joyful expression of having been saved had lasted only a moment before fading away. "This race once followed the Great General of the Heavenly Wasteland, who once dominated an entire region. Their origins are extraordinarily great."

"The Dao Ancestor already knows. He has likely reached the Desolate Star Sea by now."

Chen Yanshu's expression remained calm. To destroy a force, one naturally had to destroy its backer first. "Since this Old Man was willing to save your entire race, he had naturally made thorough preparations. He will leave no future trouble behind."

"..."

Yu Fangshuo's mind trembled. He had personally gone to wage war against a Great Celestial Venerable?! He... back then... back then, wasn't he...

He dared not think further and instantly strangled that thought. The Dao Ancestor must have endured hardships beyond imagination. To deceive the Azure Sky Array Dao Palace, to deceive the Nine Heavens Immortal Sound Array Disk—such matters were far beyond his ability to fathom.

"Yes." Yu Fangshuo's eyes remained dim.

"Recover properly. Do not overthink things. Saving your race was not for the sake of laying out some scheme, nor was it to have you charge into battle."

Chen Yanshu seemed to have seen through Yu Fangshuo's thoughts and spoke calmly. "It is merely that the Dao Ancestor's heart moves with the wind. Perhaps tomorrow, if you displease him, the karmic ties will already be severed."

"Yes..." Yu Fangshuo's voice suddenly choked. He nodded gravely and said no