Was there an era before Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, even older than the present?
A hidden mastermind trying to cross the universe?
Fu Qingjun stood dazedly in the dark cavern, gazing at this Forest of Truth.
Behind him, the giant truth creature in the cave continued to mutter, shaking its head,
"Mortal, you don’t even qualify to endure the trial of my truth... Leave, for I am Nasexi, upon awakening, my consciousness will radiate across several star systems, affecting all living things."
Fu Qingjun ignored it.
The highest water elent rule within the Saint’s Rules.
To ordinary people, it’s already the greatest blessing below Celestial Venerable, a rare fortune hard to encounter.
But Fu Qingjun’s vision had grown significantly; even the Saint’s Rules seed unworthy of much attention.
After all, his legacy began with the rules of Celestial Venerable.
He started with the strongest and best, never having to look at anything else.
"If the attributes don’t match, then I’m just too lazy to care."
Abandoning the giant beast, he left the dark cavern and stepped into the lush forest,
"So, in the era when Celestial Venerable Wen Ce was born, so prehistoric masterminds sneaked over into this Era of Truth, leaving behind this stone tablet?"
But Celestial Venerable Wen Ce himself didn’t know?
Or perhaps he had seen them, defeated them, and then kept it a secret?
Or maybe Celestial Venerable Wen Ce hadn’t reached the seventh level to step upon the Cosmic mbrane, when those ancient masterminds encountered so unexpected events or killed each other upon the mbrane, ultimately dying?
Thus, he didn’t know anything at the ti?
Fu Qingjun continuously speculated various possibilities,
It was a terrifying historical enigma.
The history of the Cosmic Era is too long,
To put it simply, it’s like a succession of Earth dynasties, but numbering over thirty, evolving so much that even archaeology struggles to unveil the distant past and tispaces.
Fu Qingjun pondered deeply, getting goosebumps,
"So, I’m possibly encountering existences from prehistoric eras right here in this earliest Forest of Truth that even Celestial Venerable Wen Ce hasn’t t!"
Fu Qingjun was a bit panicked,
One Celestial Venerable Wen Ce already had him paralyzed with awe, and now here cos another?
His head felt utterly overwheld!
Yet, after panicking, he suddenly found himself inexplicably bemused.
This universe obviously was cloned...
If the universe were akin to a person, then what lay before him was a perfect "Universe Person" cloned according to the DNA data from the Era of Truth’s cellular structures.
This Truth Cosmos is independent, so how did those remote prehistoric beings also get cloned here??
This makes no sense!
Fu Qingjun was puzzled, yet he suddenly thought of sothing.
Before, the inexplicable rge with the Truth Cosmos’s cicada molt!
Could it be that the data from the genuine "Truth Cosmos cicada molt" was entirely and perfectly reborn?
If that were the case, it might actually explain things.
Previously, Fu Qingjun felt as though, with the rger of the cicada molt, the refined clone product seed to have suddenly gained a soul, transforming into the genuine article.
In so sense, why wouldn’t this also be the continuation of the Truth Cosmos?
Or perhaps its rebirth?
To put it more plainly, maybe this is no longer a false repeat cosmos but a return to the past.
"Before Celestial Venerable Wen Ce arrived, this Forest of Truth really did have prehistoric clandestine entities." Fu Qingjun slowly walked out of the cavern, surveying the vast and shadowy woodland,
"Mmm, going back before history seems to reveal many intriguing historical truths."
They smuggled themselves here,
They hid within this Forest of Truth,
Yet unlike the ease of Celestial Venerable Wen Ce,
They lived in tragedy!
Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, as soon as they ascended, began wildly absorbing, drawing 30% of the universe’s rules, could they?
They could not!
Although they also sneaked into the next era, trying to reclaim their rules, just like Fu Qingjun’s furious absorption, they encountered the sa issue:
They found they couldn’t defeat truth creatures within a short ti to reclaim the rules!
Thus, they ended up lifeless,
The overwhelming issue he faced perfectly manifested in them.
"Then there are two possibilities."
"The first is they really were here and sohow died, most likely due to arriving in this dangerous Forest of Truth and finding themselves without survival skills like Bear Grylls, only to be killed by plants and beasts, swiftly obliterated before Wen Ce’s arrival, unknown from start to end."
"The second possibility is they truly were here, and when the Venerable of Creation arrived, they encountered each other, discovering although they lived in dire straits, they survived, and Celestial Venerable Wen Ce, like a protagonist akin to myself, played ’jungle survival’ within this challenging forest, utilizing their advantageous identity, smoothly overturning the prehistoric existence yet keeping it hidden from us."
No matter which possibility, it seems they were destined for a short-lived fate.
Tragic indeed.
Exceptionally tragic,
Fu Qingjun shook his head in lant for these predecessors, his unease sowhat pacified.
It seems Celestial Venerable Wen Ce realized the difficulty in extracting such rules, learned his lesson, and spent two eras slowly remodeling,
Ultimately making his thod of acquiring Celestial Venerable rules easier, no longer treading the arduous paths of his ancestors.
That’s the benefit of learning from history,
"Thus, Wen Ce’s lifeti actions and logic perfectly make sense."
He continued mulling over this, though sowhat reluctant to believe, yet it genuinely was the most rational deduction.
Suddenly, a bold thought struck him again,
"Wait, these prehistoric cosmos stowaways, coming to the Forest of Truth, surely aid to reclaim the original Celestial Venerable rules; if they acquired rules I secretly tampered with, wouldn’t they be my kin?"
Fu Qingjun calculated it,
There’s a 70% probability they’re his offspring.
There’s a 30% probability they have Wen Ce’s rules and are free entities.
Good gracious.
Drawing a lucky prehistoric spectator online, calling them his son, commonly known as the lucky one.
"Speaking of the winning odds, are sowhat high."
Fu Qingjun broke into a broad smile,
Suddenly feeling inexplicably delighted.
It depended on their luck. If they were lucky, the 30% free rules could be a formidable adversary needing ticulous handling, possibly overturning him.
If they were unlucky, falling victim upon birth, then they were his allies to be imdiately cultivated.
Those beings were prehistoric masterminds!
Imnsely powerful, the epochal towering rulers! Emperors dominating ancient cosmic epochs, governing the vast primordial seas and entire eras!
Even if their cosmic version wasn’t supre, their intellect, talent, and challenging nature were undeniably remarkable.
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