"All those things in the world that defy common reason—mountains and rivers shifting, the Lifespan-Devouring White Mist, the Immortal-Mortal Miasma…

"Ever since the Heavenly Venerable imparted his Dao, they've come onstage one after another, each singing their own tune.

"From that day onward, I have exhausted every means at my disposal, seeking to pry into the secrets behind it all."

Yin Shangren's voice was deep and heavy, his expression distant and dazed.

Li Fan, too, focused his mind and listened intently.

But what came next was a long, silent pause.

After a long while, Yin Shangren turned his head, looked at Li Fan, and a sneer curled on his lips. "Are you hoping I'll give you the answer?

"What do you take me for?

"I'm nothing more than an ordinary Foundation...