Guanyin Bodhisattva followed Yang Jian's attacking gaze and looked over. Countless streams of dharma power crisscrossed there, their terrifying force interwoven.
Yet not a single one had landed on that person.
"Hmm?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva had been fine until she looked. The moment she did, she was so startled that she nearly fell from the clouds.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Haotian!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva blurted it out almost instinctively.
Her gaze locked firmly onto Hun Xiu.
Light flickered in her eyes. She wanted to see who in the Three Realms had such audacity as to impersonate the deceased Jade Emperor Haotian while walking the Three Realms.
"Hmm?"
"Is it real?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva frowned slightly, for no other reason than this.
In her eyes, Hun Xiu was Haotian from beginning to end.
He could not have been more real.
There was simply no way he could be fake.
Guanyin Bodhisattva's heart trembled.
She was utterly shocked.
Haotian had supposedly perished within the cycle of reincarnation due to the schemes of the former saint, Primeval Lord of Heaven. Yet now, he had appeared in the Three Realms once more.
Was this Haotian real?
Or fake?
That question deserved careful consideration.
Since her eyes could not discern the truth,
she could only calculate it.
Guanyin Bodhisattva began to divine.
But after her calculations, Guanyin Bodhisattva's brows furrowed even more deeply.
Because
according to her divination,
Hun Xiu was Haotian.
And he could not have been more real.
Could it be that Haotian never perished from the very beginning? This thought involuntarily surfaced in Guanyin Bodhisattva's mind.
The moment Guanyin Bodhisattva appeared above Shuangcha Ridge, Hun Xiu had noticed her arrival.
"Cihang."
"Since you're here, why haven't you come to pay respects to me?"
His voice was not loud.
Yet when it entered Guanyin Bodhisattva's ears,