Li Cheng slowly opened his eyes, "If the world is flawed, can one only comprehend half?"
Li Cheng couldn't help but think of the Ten Thousand Aspects Immortal Emperor—his Life Law and the Law of Death were probably about the same scale. The Judge Pen had not been in his hands for a hundred thousand years, and he hadn't relied on it to understand much more.
Li Cheng walked out of the door and looked up at the sky, "What exactly is going on with this flawed world?"
"The Confucian Sect has ancient tomes from several epochs, why not take a look?" suggested the voice of Immortal Emperor Tian Yuan, laced with a hint of teasing.
Li Cheng shook his head, "I plan to act against the Tower of Chaos, the Remnant Soul inside must know quite a lot."
"If I can't get useful information from his mouth, it's not too late to go to the Confucian Sect."
