“Many peak powerhouses died or went missing before the cataclysm descended...” Lu Yun rubbed his chin. “And then Yuchi Tianhuang went back a hundred and fifty thousand years to bring you information about the great war’s outcome… To me, it seems like this so-called enemy wasn’t all that strong.” He tapped his chin as he mused about this.

Fengbo blinked.

“The Monster Celestial Master is dead, correct?” Lu Yun asked.

Fengbo nodded, disconsolate at the mention of the celestial master. The initial plan had been for the celestial master to bury himself and remain in suspended animation, to be revived whenever needed.

But for reasons unknown, he’d died for good and his soul had completely scattered after his burial. 

“In refining bricks from countless mortals, he engendered great resentment and accumulated titanic levels of bad karma. The heavens wouldn’t have suffered him to live! This bad karma was further passed on to the primordial immortal court and eroded what little fortunes were left.” Lu Yun scoffed. “The immortal court wasn’t done in by so-called enemies, but destroyed from the inside. It cut off its destiny with its own two hands!”

“W-what? How can it be like that!” It was...