"True Man?"
At the end of the bridge, a three-eyed child shrouded in sinister mist suddenly changed in color, staring fixedly at the celestial vault above,
staring at the majestic Taoist Palace that defies description.
The three-eyed child solemnly spoke:
"What, does even the High Heaven intend to meddle in the affairs of my Underworld? The Nine Netherworld reappears, the Underworld regroups, in replacing the scattered artifacts of the Underworld on behalf of the Sin-Extinguishing Celestial Venerate, am I wrong?"
True Man?
High Heaven?
Wang Changhuan suddenly had a shiver, abruptly recalling who this familiar old man was.
Wasn't he the one who rebuked the celestial vault in Chongyang City some days ago?
Wasn't he the one who proclaimed devotion to the Celestial Venerate?
The great upheaval in Chongyang City on that day was filmed by many and widely spread.
A bit of hope arose in Wang Changhuan's heart.
The legendary True Man!
