Chapter 398: Indeed, Novels Are All Lies

He returned to the meteor light space.

Shangchuan Zun glanced at the tiny white dot in his hand; the scene he had just witnessed, and that child with dual pupils, were information contained within the white dot.

"Which dual-pupiled one could it be?"

Leaning his chin on his hand, Shangchuan Zun thought hard but could not figure it out.

The time given by the white dot was too short, and the information too sparse; there weren't enough clues to immediately determine his origin.

"The text in that book was also blurred; it seems the dual-pupiled one barely paid attention to the book during that time, perhaps didn't read enough, hence the blurred characters."

When he saw the dual-pupiled child enter the book hall, Shangchuan Zun had considered reading the book's text to determine his origin.

If it truly originated from ancient Huaguo, the script alone could identify it.

Huaguo boasts a five-thousand-year history; each era's script differed, condensing the wisdom and culture of ancient people, reflecting the spirit of each age.

By examining the script on the scroll, one could determine whether it was Huaguo script; if so, one could further deduce the era from the script and confirm the dual-pupiled one's identity.

"But why did he die in that mysterious mist world?"

Shangchuan Zun fell into confusion.

The world shown by the white dot didn't look like the mysterious mist world.

"Could the devastated land be the result of a great battle between the mysterious mist world and this place?"

Across the blood-red river in the mysterious mist world lay a land of yin earth, where massive warfare had occurred, turning it into a desolate, corpse-strewn, blood-soaked wasteland.

To this day, it remains undetermined whether this yin earth suffered internal strife or external assault.

But the possibility of external assault cannot be ruled out; after all, the information obtained from the white dot indicated that the immortal corpse's dwelling was that devastated land, not the yin earth.

Saying this, Shangchuan Zun reached out again to grasp the meteor light.

Too few information clues? Then gather more—eventually, he would obtain the clues he needed.

Long time passed.

Shangchuan Zun grabbed tens of thousands of times, and finally caught another white dot of meteor light.

The familiar Bai Mang erupted, enveloping his consciousness space, covering Shangchuan Zun.

When he opened his eyes again.

Shangchuan Zun found himself back in that pure land's palace.

But this palace was neither a book hall nor a training ground—it was far more luxurious and solemn, grander and more majestic than ancient imperial palaces.

Standing at the palace entrance, Shangchuan Zun looked around.

The surroundings shimmered with mist; the courtyard before the palace was vast, more like a mansion than a palace.

A grand and imposing mansion.

Within the mansion lay a lake, Dahu crystal-clear, its waterways interconnected; Shishan stood within, lush trees flourished, the gardens stretched endlessly, the scenery magnificent.

This must be the residence of a great figure, worthy of being called a legendary immortal's paradise, suffused with immortal qi.

Servants bustled throughout the mansion, each brimming with vitality like dragons, formidable in strength, yet merely servants here—with not a trace of resentment on their faces, only pride, cherishing their honor in serving here.

Then a child, holding a willow branch, swung it back and forth along the path, chattering loudly, treating the willow branch as a weapon.

This scene was deeply familiar to Shangchuan Zun.

He had often done similar things as a child.

Holding a willow branch or a stick as a weapon, sparring with playmates, pretending sparks flew when the stick and branch collided.

And he'd occasionally add sound effects himself: "Kin, kin, kin! Demon, perish! Great Heavenly Dragon, Banruo Ba Ma Hong!"

The child was the immortal corpse's true self.

There was no way to miss him—his dual pupils were too distinctive.

His return.

The servants, seeing him, beamed with joy and affection, bowing respectfully to the child.

"Young master."

The child grinned, showing none of the arrogance typical of noble heirs—no condescension, no haughtiness.

"Indeed, novels are all lies."

Shangchuan Zun murmured.

The dual-pupiled child ran into the mansion, tossed the willow branch to a nearby servant, went to the lakeside to wash the dirt from his face, straightened his clothes, then entered the mansion with perfect poise.

A complete transformation.

Before entering, he was lively, a true rascal.

After entering, he became courteous, impeccably dressed.

As he neared the mansion's palace, the dual-pupiled child slowed his steps, moving cautiously, his childlike, innocent eyes darting around, peering stealthily into the palace.

His movements were silent, stealthy.

To an outsider, he might have seemed like a thief.

Seeing no one inside the palace, the child exhaled in relief, revealing a innocent smile—but still crept around the palace toward his quarters.

He was about to pass the palace.

His smile grew even more relaxed; his earlier courtesy was melting back into playfulness.

The next second.

His smile froze.

On the path ahead, paved with unknown multicolored immortal stones, a figure stood there.

Dressed in a green robe, hands clasped behind his back, gazing at a tree beside the path—something like a willow, yet not quite.

A gentle breeze stirred.

Willow fluff drifted, lifting his black hair, his aura indescribably serene—as if merging with heaven and earth; close your eyes and you'd sense nothing—seemingly, he was heaven and earth, and heaven and earth were him.

Under these circumstances, Kamikawa Mitsu's eyes flashed with sharp light.

Looking at this figure, he felt as if he had seen the Dao itself.

This Dao was the Great Dao, one of the Ten Thousand Dao.

Having reached the Fifth Step of the Divine, he gained knowledge from all realms; Kamikawa Mitsu was no longer the naive, transcendent youth he once was—he deeply understood cultivation.

The terror radiated by this figure resembled the Divine Demon Transformation into Dao.

Just as he himself had once forced Abei Taiqin to transform his body into Dao, merging entirely with the Dao, becoming part of it.

The terror of the green-robed man was identical to Abei Taiqin's transformation into Dao, yet far stronger than Abei Taiqin's.

Abei Taiqin became part of the Dao; this green-robed man had become the Dao itself—not a part, but a Great Dao.

Yet Kamikawa Mitsu, observing the man's appearance, did not believe he had transformed into Dao—it was another condition entirely.

This was the state of having grown so powerful that one's very being became the Great Dao, every action and gesture an embodiment of Dao.

Kamikawa Mitsu favored this second possibility.

"Who is this man?" Kamikawa Mitsu gazed at the green-robed man, curious.

He stood on a pebble path, back turned to the child with double pupils; Kamikawa Mitsu could not see his face, did not know his appearance, but from his figure and aura, he was clearly male.

Upon seeing the young man, the child with double pupils froze, his smile vanishing instantly; his neck jerked back, and his breath choked off.

Frantically, he tried to turn slowly away, hoping the green-robed man had not noticed.

But… was that possible?

Impossible.

The green-robed man sensed the child's arrival and his attempt to flee; he turned around and called out to him.

"Just arrived and already leaving? Where are you going?"

At these words, the child with double pupils stiffened violently, halting in place…

Kamikawa Mitsu also froze, his pupils contracting sharply, staring fixedly at the green-robed man as he turned—his face now revealed before him.

That face was…

"Cangjie!"

Kamikawa Mitsu was stunned.

Utterly stunned—this face was Cangjie, the virtual figure he had created, appearing in the ancient mythic world of Babylon in the Primordial Era—Cangjie!!

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