Wait a minute, where is my master?

"What are you trying to do? Detonate the sharp rune and the power beneath the ground, to perish together with me?"

Jin Xu spoke in a calm tone, glancing at the situation outside the Golden Spiritual Power Shield, then turned his gaze toward the young Ye Fudao at the edge of the small platform.

"No, I was thinking of creating chaos to allow my younger self to escape and attract the attention of the Four Divine Monarchs. After all, there is a chance to leave without you noticing my younger self."

Both Ye Fudaos spoke simultaneously, their tone achingly forced, yet they couldn't control their own mouths.

In fact, upon learning that the young Taoist had used the "Truth-Telling Skill," Ye Fudao had secretly activated his specially developed "Nine Curves Soul Falling" several times to counter such magic.

However, the effect... well, the effect was hardly noticeable.

"Younger self?"

Jin Xu echoed the words, speaking to himself in a questioning tone, as he was about to continue speaking.

The result was that Ye Fudao, now forced to answer truthfully upon hearing the question, quickly responded without giving the young Taoist a chance to speak further.

"Yes, younger self, it was formed from the three souls and seven spirits of children from the Small Thousand Realm who had been tormented for exactly nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years when they were initially refined. This method harms the heaven and is indeed quite cruel, so I have never mentioned it to anyone."

After finishing, both Ye Fudaos simultaneously raised their hands and slapped themselves on the mouth.

"Hmm… it seems I still can't just say anything in response to a question. But this act truly befits the Black Qi above your head!"

The young Taoist frowned as he spoke, subconsciously forming a ball of Golden Thunder Arc in the palm of his hand.

The moment the Golden Thunder Arc appeared, a terrifying aura immediately filled the air.

The young Ye Fudao, who had been fanning his own mouth at the edge of the small platform, instinctively wanted to step back but had nowhere to retreat to.

The older Ye Fudao, who had been sitting cross-legged with considerable presence, also shot up from the ground and hid beside the young Ye Fudao upon sensing the emergence of the Golden Thunder Arc.

"Alright, let's get to the point. Now that your plan to let your younger self escape amidst the chaos has failed, and the Four Divine Monarchs you mentioned haven't appeared, what are your plans now?"

Jin Xu had initially planned to strike down with thunder.

But after a second thought,

he decided that it wasn't fitting to let this person off so easily; thus, he resolved to let him suffer more before dying.

That way, Jin Xu felt that his own thoughts might be clearer when he finally killed his adversary.

"If merely shattering the sharp law isn't enough, I'll continue to shatter the remaining two laws as well. The simultaneous fragmentation of three laws will affect even the Four Symbols Great Thousand Realm and Chaos Space.

"At that time, heaven and earth will grieve, the sun and moon will invert, and the prohibitions here will definitely burst open. Then, I would still have a chance to escape."

Both Ye Fudaos, standing at the edge of the Golden Spiritual Power Shield, finished speaking their plans sentence by sentence, and then simultaneously sighed.

It was uncertain whether they had gotten used to speaking together, or if Ye Fudao had always been like this.

After sighing,

Ye Fudao seemed resigned as he dejectedly said,

"But I never imagined you would directly cover me and the small platform with a shield. Now, it seems I probably won't be of any use no matter how many runes I detonate."

"This power..."

Both Ye Fudaos said, turning left and right, their expressions filled with greed and desire as they gently touched the Golden Spiritual Power Shield behind them.

The young Taoist felt a chill seeing their expressions.

"Forget it, I accept my fate. That Thunder Skill in your hand should be able to obliterate me completely. So, considering my stature in the Great Thousand World, grant me a swift end."

Ye Fudao finished speaking; the old and the young merging into one, their eyes filled with deep despair.

They slowly approached Jin Xu, his arm wrapped with the spreading Golden Thunder Arc.

However, the young Taoist was not buying his act.

"Pah, what figure are you, relying on slaughtering the innocent?" Jin Xu scornfully spat out, playfully adding, "Rest assured, you will surely die, just not so easily."

"Spill everything about the evil deeds you've committed over the years!"

As he spoke, Jin Xu made the Golden Thunder Arc coiled around his arm as thin as possible. He planned to strike a hole through his adversary with the Thunder Needle for each evil deed mentioned.

Meanwhile, the young Taoist's eyes flashed imperceptibly with cunning, subtly directing another stream of Golden Spiritual Power toward his feet.

"Evil deeds? In my eyes, everything I have done was a step toward that goal, so in my heart, I have not committed any evil deeds; the Cultivation World is nothing more than survival of the fittest."

Ye Fudao spoke these words with equanimity. By the time his speech ended, he had already reached Jin Xu, assuming a resigned posture.

Upon hearing this, the young Taoist saw the sincerity of his tone and couldn't help but feel a peculiar twist at the corner of his eyes.

The effect of the "Truth-Telling Skill" wasn't in doubt, but the notion of 'evil deeds' was indeed subjective, so he changed his question to reflect a more conventional moral perspective.

"Which actions have you taken that would be considered malicious by conventional standards?"

Ye Fudao, seemingly not expecting the young Taoist to ask in such a manner, gazed at the Golden Thunder Arc on Jin Xu's arm, now as fine as a hair, and said word by word,

"Well, by that count, there are many. At the age of eight, when I fortuitously entered the sect, I killed a fellow outer disciple merely to seize the low-grade Gathering Spirit Pill issued by the sect from his hand...