So many of us have spent our whole lives chasing after Lyria, but it seems only you truly lived with her for so long.
Everlost’s sword strikes grew fiercer.
But his words made layers of confusion rise in Evan Lynn’s heart.
Originally…
When Evan Lynn saw Zhao Lyria in the bronze coffin, he thought there were countless Zhao Lyrias across different times in this world.
But now, hearing Everlost’s words…
Are all the Zhao Lyrias actually one person?
Except for Evan Lynn, the Nine Mysteries Immortal Lord, it seemed other Immortal Lords only received the Lyria Blossom, but never spent much time with Zhao Lyria herself.
Evan Lynn instinctively wanted to check Zhao Lyria inside his spatial ring.
But Zhao Lyria was so quiet, it was as if she’d never existed.
She was inside the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll, silent and unmoving.
This feeling made Evan Lynn’s heart even harder to understand.
The most crucial thing is…
Evan Lynn remembered the person he saw in Mooncold Palace, beneath the Mirror-Flower, Water-Moon Pool.
That girl…
It was said she waited for him through many reincarnations.
White robes.
Long hair.
Red string.
She held a sword, and for him, drew it across her throat.
Evan Lynn’s expression grew dazed, his mind in chaos.
"None of you have ever seen Lyria?"
Evan Lynn looked at Immortal Lord Everlost again, asking in disbelief.
Earlier, in the Mysterious Ruin, Immortal Lord Everlost sent a trace of spiritual qi to Zhao Lyria.
That scene clearly meant he knew her.
But now, Everlost’s words sounded as if he’d never truly met Zhao Lyria.
All he had was a five-petal Lyria Blossom.
"What we saw were all puppets, fakes, illusions of her."
"Only you—only what you saw is the real Lyria!"
Everlost laughed wildly, his laughter reckless, but his eyes clearly held pain and sorrow.
This feeling—
It’s like you trusted and loved someone for years, only for her to tell you she never really existed—she was just your illusion.
The truth suddenly became extremely strange.
Evan Lynn’s mind was in chaos.
"You mean the previous Immortal Lords all received a Lyria Blossom gifted by Lyria, and under her guidance, each stepped into the realm of Immortal Lord?"
"But the Zhao Lyria you all saw was fake—a puppet, a creation of magic."
"Only the Zhao Lyria I saw was the real one?"
Evan Lynn suddenly woke up.
Three hundred years cultivating immortality—suddenly it all felt like a dream.
"The truth is far more terrifying than you can imagine."
Immortal Lord Everlost said no more, then sneered: "But it doesn’t matter anymore."
"Today, you must die here."
"Though my strength is lacking, your cultivation is not even one ten-thousandth of what it once was."
"So, prepare to die!"
“What do you mean by ‘karmic cause and effect’?”
Evan’s pitch-black eyes stared coldly at Everlost’s face through layers of golden patterns and the terrifying longsword.
“Cause and effect is just cause and effect.”
Everlost shook his head, saying nothing more.
“Do you know where Lyria is?”
Evan’s palm split open again, blood streaming down his hand.