Since Yun Zhongzi was certain of Lu Yun’s identity, so was Lu Yun certain of his. Mo Yi sat in his Disordered Hell—he would always believe her.

In the future, she would die because of him, just as the Dao King had died for her in the past thirty-three cycles. Though everything was different now and progressed down an unknown trajectory, Mo Yi was still Mo Yi. Nothing about that had changed.

Yun Zhongzi was certain about Lu Yun’s identity either because of Mo Yi or Hong. Only those two knew of the young man’s true cultivation level.

Lu Yun sank into deep thought as he regarded his visitor. Since he’d journeyed through the past cycles, he knew how strong the Imperial Seal was. If he obtained it now, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

But…

When he caused Mo Yi’s death in the previous thirty-three loops, it hadn’t been...