A smile crept across Jiang Chen’s face. “That year, the Dao King said that Fuxi was taking the Dragonquake Scripture with him to locate the most suitable heir to break this tomb. That’s why the idea occurred to me.”

So it was Fuxi.

The Dao King, Jiang Chen, and Fuxi were existences of the same level. Jiang Chen was hiding nothing from Lu Yun. If it wasn’t for this potential outcome, he wouldn’t have voluntarily stood guard in the tomb of the void that never saw the light of day.

“Don’t they say that misfortune will strike those not of the Three Thousand if they cultivate the Dragonquake Scripture?” Lu Yun asked with a frown. “Do you trust Fuxi that much?”

“I wouldn’t trust anyone else, but I had to trust Fuxi’s word. He kept his promise and achieved two major accomplishments with the tree god in order to dispel the misfortune associated...