"Ah!"
Outside the ti realm rift, a gigantic purple eye monster let out a strange cry, as if sothing sharp had pierced it painfully.
Its eyeball twitched violently, the whole thing involuntarily retreating, flickering with a light of disbelief.
The starry sky could not transmit sound.
Cursed Yin, unlike the dicine Ancestor, did not maintain an open life domain at all tis to preserve self-activity.
Thus, the Demon Ancestor and dicine Ancestor couldn’t hear the abrupt strange cry from the purple giant eye.
But just seeing it "move" and then move again, each ti so suddenly.
Even a fool would sense sothing was amiss.
"The river of ti has had an anomaly..."
The Demon Ancestor and dicine Ancestor each split a strand of consciousness long ago, always supervising the river of ti.
With a slight focus now, they could sense that the anomaly in Cursed Yin likely originated from a backlash of the past against the future.
It got hit!
As for what it got hit by...
If they really probed deeply, both the Demon and dicine Ancestors could only detect a vaguely familiar aura of will in that anomaly.
Everything else was sowhat inscrutable, and Cursed Yin seed to be covering up—whether out of fear of losing face or not, it made the truth even harder to uncover.
"Cursed Yin, why is this?"
The dicine Ancestor spoke in a deep voice, hating nothing more than complications.
Not to ntion Sword Deity Hua’s deliberate one-hour delay was already unacceptable; seeing the alliance’s Cursed Yin suddenly fall ill also made one suspect whether it had grown a different heart.
"Variable!"
Cursed Yin’s consciousness was stabbed back to the present from the past by a single sword.
It wished it could imdiately rush to the Shengshen Continent, pull Xu Xiaoshou out, and hack him with 3600 swords to settle the score.
But when it regained composure and saw the coffin under the pagoda, the phantom of the ancient japonicum, Cursed Yin cald down again.
Should it speak?
Besides losing face, what other use would it have?
About Xu Xiaoshou, it had previously warned once, but its warm warning had t with cold ridicule, mixed mockery from the combined forces of the Demon and dicine Ancestors.
Cursed Yin took a deep breath, gritting its teeth and swallowing the blood:
"No harm."
To say "variable" and then say "no harm," how could that be convincing?
The Demon Ancestor didn’t move, but the dicine Ancestor spoke again: "You’d better make it clear, I abhor those who break rules, do not forget our current alliance."
Ha!
Do you still know I am an ally?
Cursed Yin sneered internally, but spoke extrely calmly: "I ntioned before, there may be subtle changes... If I say, just now Xu Xiaoshou went back to the past and stabbed this ancestor with a sword, would you two believe it?"
Whoosh!
The phantom of the ancient japonicum swayed, its dense leaves rustling.
The dicine Ancestor clearly didn’t believe Cursed Yin and chuckled: "Was it Bazhun’an or Xu Xiaoshou, perhaps scared of his own shadow, Cursed Yin is truly seeing snakes in the cup?"
The black coffin shadow suppressed under the inverted pagoda also had slight movents but remained silent.
The Demon Ancestor didn’t make any further ridicule.
It probably knew who it was, having just t, the aura was familiar.
But it just recently interacted with Xu Xiaoshou and gauged the strength of the Great Path of Will from close proximity.
As the saying goes: hearing is false, seeing is believing.
"Even at will path of level nine, it’s just that."
This was the Demon Ancestor’s assessnt of Xu Xiaoshou, fair and fitting.
To ordinary people, super Taoization might seem as difficult as scaling the sky, but among the extraordinary, it marked clear divisions of superiority and diocrity, no longer within the mortal flow.
Which of the Ten Ancestors didn’t transcend in one or multiple paths?
Xu Xiaoshou, well, that’s about it.
His realm of intent may be cultivated, but his use of intent is superficial, mostly only capable of passive defenses.
The lad’s capabilities seed tasteless to the Demon Ancestor, lacking substance, with only one point of utilitarian value which didn’t originate from him but from his "Na."
That’s why the Demon Ancestor wanted to cooperate, to understand what could be leveraged from the Naless.
Yet, it didn’t genuinely desire collaboration because it had its own path, a clear goal, and visible prospects for achievent—The Way of Na might assist it, but not cause it to change its path.
Therefore, the Demon Ancestor took a leisurely approach, leaving the initiative to the lad, letting him choose.
Sure enough, Mr. Xu retreated.
Without courage, one cannot stand; without courage, one’s path cannot be walked.
This retreat made the Demon Ancestor lose interest.
It had tried to appraise the Naless’ Xu Xiaoshou more than once, finally realizing that those destined to sink will inevitably sink.
Retreat.
Not just once at that ti.
But symbolic of a habitual behavior post-Naless decline.
Eternal retreat indicated that, even before a great chance, his choice would most likely be cautious, avoiding risks, and thus how could he achieve the Great Path, and gain transcendence?
Unless, in a few days’ ti, the ti dao transcended and the great path of will reached the extre realm, how could he have hard Cursed Yin in the past, causing it to "move" again?
"Absurd."
The Demon Ancestor soon dismissed it.
But when it was letting it go, it noticed sothing amiss, like so guidance?
But this matter was really small.
Too small to even be considered "incidental."
And if it were truly significant, Cursed Yin would undoubtedly bring it up—based on Cursed Yin’s recent behavior, it catered as much as it could.
Thus, the Demon Ancestor selectively dismissed the impulsive premonition—as much, likely just Cursed Yin’s fear of losing face and neglecting the guidance.
"dicine Ancestor is right, the phantom was blurred, perhaps Bazhun’an indeed..." At this ti, Cursed Yin also let it go.
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