White Sun Holy Mother remained silent, and the fear in his eyes also vanished. He was just calmly looking at Yu Ziqing.
He was not afraid of death, nor of torture.
Death was rely a new beginning.
Yu Ziqing didn't intend to interrogate him, knowing it would be futile.
In Yu Ziqing's understanding, the White Sun Holy Mother ca out of nowhere, much like the Fourth Heavenly Calamity descending directly upon a person.
Have you ever seen a mber of the Fourth Heavenly Calamity afraid of death?
Every one of them faced death calmly, started anew, and then, if not successful in revenge, they would continue endlessly; for instance, a Valkyrie could die dozens of tis, and it was just trivial.
Thus, Yu Ziqing was also aware of the mindset of the White Sun Holy Mother; as long as his core secret wasn't exposed, all other tortures, interrogations, and death were rely trivial.
In this situation, Yu Ziqing couldn't possibly trace the origin and details of the White Sun Holy Mother out of thin air.
His original origin and details had completely disconnected from the present White Sun Holy Mother, without any traceable link in between.
Yu Ziqing's purpose in pursuing the White Sun Holy Mother this ti was never about solving the problem once and for all; he knew that was entirely unrealistic.
He just wanted to figure out how to trigger his own abilities that could kill him this life.
As long as it works once, even if it does not eradicate future troubles, the next ti the White Sun Holy Mother reincarnates, he could use the sa thod to kill him again.
"Uncle Fu, my strength is limited, and there are so things I need to do now. I need your help."
"Don't be polite, just command ."
"I want to see his Divine Soul, but don't let him die. Can you do that, Uncle Fu?"
"That's not easy to handle, my action might cause him to die suddenly."
"Just try, if he dies, he dies."
Uncle Fu stepped forward, placing a hand on the forehead of the White Sun Holy Mother, his palm suddenly surged with a force.
In a flash, a human form phantom was forcibly expelled from the back of the White Sun Holy Mother's head.
The phantom, just like the White Sun Holy Mother, was mangled, covered with sores and scars.
In an instant, the White Sun Holy Mother groaned, his Divine Soul returned to its place, his pupils sowhat dispersed, clearly suffering.
Seeing that the White Sun Holy Mother, even weakened now, was still highly resilient, Yu Ziqing felt reassured to tornt him further.
Following the information provided by Yang, Yu Ziqing brusquely verified one after another.
Not a possession of the Divine Soul.
Not a possession of the Divine Thought.
Not a possession of the imprint.
...
Several two-hour periods later, the White Sun Holy Mother kept rolling his eyes back, his mind dispersed, seemingly on his last breath.
As Yang ntioned, none of the recorded thods of possession fit the way the White Sun Holy Mother possesses.
No wonder everyone always thought that each generation of the White Sun Holy Mother was selected anew.
This matched with the conjectures made by Yu Ziqing after obtaining the possession data; from the physical body, to the Divine Soul, to the lineage, everything they could find was original, without a trace of invasion.
Thus, Yu Ziqing switched to a unique way of thinking, yet found a situation that matched his condition.
He was sick.
If an ordinary mortal suddenly had their consciousness swapped with soone else's, ignoring all phenona like Divine Soul Possession and Primordial Spirit Possession, what would this condition be called?
Dissociative Identity Disorder.
Or, it could be called Multiple Personality Disorder.
It happened just once that a personality revived and couldn't switch back, one side too strong to allow any further awakening of the other personality.
When the White Sun Holy Mother arrived, the original host was still a mortal and remained a mortal after her arrival.
The whole process took place entirely in a mortal state.
Everything before the onset of the disorder, all that was beyond the realm of mortals, could be seen as potential triggers for the original host's condition.
Looking beyond the Holy Mother of White Sun, the ultimate result was just this: the original host, a mortal, fell ill.
The Holy Mother of White Sun, chained in place, struggled to lift her head and looked at Yu Ziqing, a slight smile tugging at her lips.
"Your little tricks are too crude."
"Bring whatever else you have; don't be shy."
He didn't acknowledge his continuous arrivals, but his words carried an implicit threat to Yu Ziqing, "If I die this ti, next ti, I will definitely seek revenge."
Yu Ziqing smiled, unconcerned, and continued to consult the Jade Scroll for the information provided by Su Li.
After reviewing one person's information, he glanced at the White Sun Holy Mother again.
He was now attempting to pinpoint the original owners of the flesh and Divine Soul of the White Sun Holy Mother.
All potential information about these original owners was in Yu Ziqing's hands.
He was certain the correct answer was among them; it was just a matter of matching it properly.
However, not long after his review began, when he reached Bai Gou's information and glanced up again to identify Bai Gou with the White Sun Holy Mother, he noticed.
The rust in the crevices of the rusty sword in his arms slowly began to flake off.
Yu Ziqing lifted his head, quietly observed the White Sun Holy Mother, and put away the Jade Scroll.
He had seen Bai Gou with his own eyes and had been in contact with him; even if Bai Gou had transford into this ghostly figure, he certainly couldn't fail to recognize him.
He rembered the historical records about the White Sun Holy Mother; she had an innate ability to bewitch people, which now seed to also have a passive effect.
Even without disfigurent, standing before him, he probably wouldn't recognize her as the once familiar Bai Gou.
What his eyes saw, and what his senses perceived, could all deceive him, but judgnt would not.
His understanding of the White Sun Holy Mother was far too insufficient to initiate judgnt; by Yu Ziqing's estimate, the completeness of the information was less than five percent.
But, the information on Bai Gou far exceeded the minimum limit for judgnt.
He had all of Bai Gou's data, from childhood to adulthood, his relatives, friends, childhood deeds, land owned, crops planted, books read, academic performance, betrothal arrangents, and he had even personally t Bai Gou.
Now, Yu Ziqing also understood that even if Bai Gou could never return, he could ascertain in another system that the person before him was indeed Bai Gou; he was just ill.
Both the flesh and Divine Soul belonged to Bai Gou; everything about the person in front of him was Bai Gou's, except the consciousness.
But Bai Gou was the original personality; no matter how strong the so-called White Sun Holy Mother was, she was just a secondary personality.
And everything Yu Ziqing was doing now, including the judgnt, was solely focused on Bai Gou, unrelated to the White Sun Holy Mother.
This was the thod Yu Ziqing was experinting with now, a technique he could also use in the future.
I'm not out to kill you, the rootless, naless, traceless, White Sun Holy Mother who appeared out of nowhere.
The one I want to kill is Bai Gou, who has roots in this world, leaves traces with every step and is now simply ill.
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