He took a step forward, and his figure appeared outside the North Heavenly Gate.
His gaze, ignoring the distance of space and time, instantly locked onto everything happening at the Taixu Dao Sect. He saw the overshadowing "Three Thousand Red Dust Array," saw the cold and ruthless "Supreme Cold God Light," saw the blood-drenched and retreating disciples of the Taixu Dao Sect, and he saw... the Wuxiang Daoist standing before the army, with three familiarity yet foreign terrifying auras belonging to the ancient giants from the Ancient Heavenly Realm emanating from him.
In an instant, everything became clear. His heart held no anger, only a cold clarity. "Shakyamuni..." True Martial murmured softly, his voice carrying a complex and inscrutable meaning, "You injured me not to hinder me, but for this moment."
"Why?" Even with True Martial's Dao Heart, having endured countless ages and seen numerous changes, a deep confusion arose.
