"What’s this?"
Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes widened.
He thought Dao Qiongcang, having exhausted all options, would finally reveal his ultimate trump card.
Maybe it wouldn’t surpass the Blood Demon Reverse Fate Technique, but it should be enough to show his hand, which was precisely why he deliberately stayed out of the conflict.
Unexpectedly, Elder Dao the Flamboyant is at death’s door, and the trump card he pulls out is a severed hand?
"Is there anything special about it..."
Looking from afar, the severed hand was cut clean at the wrist, with long fingers slightly curled as if ready to touch sothing, yet forever frozen in that state.
In the icy state, as Dao Qiongcang reached his limit, it was completely lifted.
The severed hand seed to move slightly.
Under Dao Qiongcang’s feet, the Sea of mory unfolded, sceneries continually retracing.
Soon, it traced back to the Southern Region streets, the mont when the Divine Sorcerer distributed flyers, and it landed on a particular sickly person.
"Divine Thirty-Six Form: Great Tracing Technique!"
That was...
In this instant, Xu Xiaoshou was utterly moved.
The sickly person in the image—who else could it be but Bazhun’an?
Dao Qiongcang grabbed the severed hand and threw it fiercely forward.
In the floating and sinking images of the Sea of mory, the right hand from a first-person perspective advanced further, forcefully clasping Bazhun’an’s shoulder.
History seed to be rewritten in this mont.
Bazhun’an, walking normally on the street, paused slightly after his shoulder was weighted, then slowly turned his head around.
His gaze was murky, clearly still in the Hidden Sword Technique state.
Upon turning his head, all he saw was emptiness, not even catching a reflection of a single person.
Having already fallen into desperation, Dao Qiongcang fixedly stared at those murky yellow eyes and shouted with all his might:
"Bazhun’an!"
"Yue Gongnu is dead!"
The shout originating from the final monts of life penetrated powerfully.
The sound wave exploded, breaking and shattering thousands of miles around, the shout even stirred waves of ten thousand feet in the Sea of mory, seemingly shouting into the mories of the past in an instant.
On the Southern Region street, Bazhun’an still saw only nothingness.
Yet he felt a tinge of numbness on his scalp, his face showing a pained expression, as if his eardrums had shattered from the imnse sound.
The sudden "attack" nearly tore him apart.
And it was just as Bazhun’an, on the Southern Region street, was about to vanish and disintegrate that the murkiness in his eyes suddenly cleared, erupting with brilliant light.
Light!
The Sea of mory condensed into a beam of light.
That light, led by the approaching severed hand, paved the path by shouting Bazhun’an’s true na, akin to retracing the hidden location of the Cursed Yin outside the Divine Relics, exchanging for the Origin True Stele with the Dragon character, seemingly in an instant tracing back to Bazhun’an’s present location.
It escaped from the Dao Qiongcang who was about to be completely controlled by Saint Xin, fled into the fragnted flow, broke through the starry sky, and even the countless obstructive alternate plane spaceti failed to have any effect.
From this point in mory, it traveled to another point in mory.
"This place..."
Xu Xiaoshou’s intent traced the mory retrieving light out, his pupils quivering greatly.
When he returned to zero, transforming the river of Tao into a sea, the call that communicated with his past self actually received responses from two other people.
One was Nuozu, that husky, overlapping voice was highly distinctive.
The other was Bazhun’an, for at the level of the Zero Ancestral God, the one who would still call "Lord Shou" and say "I’m here" could only be the Eighth.
He roughly rembered both locations, just waiting to search them carefully later.
Unexpectedly, Dao Qiongcang’s severed hand, a re call, could also pinpoint one of Bazhun’an’s locations?
And with incredible precision!
It even feels like a bulls-eye, pinpoint sniping!
"Dao Qiongcang, so all along, you’ve hidden a card that can always retrieve Bazhun’an?"
"Which ans, in the Ancestral God battle, victory is always assured, even if our cooperation alliance ultimately ends in failure, he could still use this to guide Bazhun’an back and survive?"
"Not through the Four Pillars of Destiny Token, but through Demon dicine and even , with unknown follow-up moves—the severed hand nearing Bazhun’an?"
Boom!
With a loud quake, the body of Number Zero, having lost all power, was blasted to bits.
Dao Qiongcang’s body was further seized inside out, bursting with extrely obsessive black and red diabolical force under Saint Xin’s control.
There was no ability to resist.
Under the final possession of Saint Xin, Dao Qiongcang completely declared resistance futile, not even trying to fight back.
"Kekekeke!"
Those eyes, thoroughly scarlet, no longer held a shred of self-divinity, transforming into Saint Xin’s arrogant gaze, the mouth uttering wanton, prideful malevolent laughter:
"Sea of mory?"
"Black mory traces?"
"All belong to this ancestor!"
Grasping both fists tightly, spiritual micro light exploded around his body.
The remnants of Saint Xin’s Path completely erased the life traces belonging to Dao Qiongcang from this body.
At this mont, he could feel the "Strength" of this body.
Apart from the most basic high-level bodily configuration crafted from the most special high-quality crystals, not considering the catalysis transformation, heterostructure functions, etc.
The key point is, within Dao Qiongcang, multiple Crystal Worlds were self-contained.
Each Crystal World was ten thousand feet long, ten thousand feet wide, and ten thousand feet high.
The Crystal Worlds ford a vast crystal cube, consistently colored, arranged neatly, perfectly aligned, without a single trace of deviation, like sothing an extre obsessive-compulsive could create.
"Spectacular!"
Even Saint Xin was awestruck.
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