In the far west of the Divine Continent, eight hundred li beneath the seabed of the Lingxuan Sea, inside a temporary cave abode, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged in midair as a storm of thoughts raged through his mind.
...Who exactly had struck so ruthlessly?
He quickly ruled out Zhao Xuanjing and Zhao Hongyun, and turned his attention to First Ancestor Zhao Sanyue and Third Ancestor Zhao Dashan.
The reason was simple. If Zhao Xuanjing or Zhao Hongyun had made the move, the clone would only have been captured alive, not killed.
First Ancestor Zhao Sanyue had been in seclusion for many years. If she had secretly acted, the clone could only have surrendered without resistance.
As for Third Ancestor Zhao Dashan, though he was in the Body Integration Realm, with his strength, there was absolutely no way he could have killed the clone, not even by ambush.
After all, Zhao Sheng understood the clone's strength better than anyone.
Only... another problem appeared.
Why would "he" or "she" make a move to kill the clone?
Zhao Sheng thought of countless reasons, yet he could not find a motive for either of them to act.
Unless...
All at once, a flash of insight crossed Zhao Sheng's mind, and he suddenly recalled a verse Second Ancestor Zhao Hongyun had left behind years ago: "The male rabbit's feet kick and blur, the female rabbit's eyes grow hazy and lost; when twin rabbits run side by side along the ground, how can one tell whether I am male or female?"
Could this calamity have come from the Burial Immortal Ruins?
Yes. Yes!
If that was the case, then all the logic fell into place!
For more than two hundred thousand years, Myriad Forms Old Ghost's thieving heart had never died. It had always been watching