The people waiting in restless anxiety each had their own thoughts. Some wished to witness the birth of a myth, some wanted to borrow the alliance's strength, and some sought to confirm their feelings. There were all sorts and kinds; Xiang Yang had already tugged at the heartstrings of far too many people.
At the end of East Yang Path, within a dazzling space that seemed like another world, an elderly man who had attained the Dao, dressed simply and with grizzled hair, crouched behind a human statue over ten feet tall. One hand dug at his nostril, while the fingers of the other flexed and pinched before him as he calculated.
Watching Xiang Yang sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, motionless as a corpse, the old man's brows knotted together. He secretly shook his head. It seemed Xiang Yang, upon whom the Divine Constable Gate had placed such high hopes, would disappoint them.
Then, without any warning, Xiang Yang opened his closed eyes. His gaze was first chaotic and lost, then complicated and gloomy, and finally clear and understanding.
For three months, he had examined his Past and Present Life within the Heart-Illuminating Mirror, taking in every detail without the slightest omission. Reliving it all from another perspective, he discovered anomalies he had never been able to notice before.
He had once believed that he was simply himself, a single, pure soul. But now he realized that was not the case. His circumstances were far more complicated than he had imagined.
To be precise, he was now a composite formed by kneading together two souls.
One was Xiang Yang of his previous life: fond of thought, taciturn, introverted and changeable, full of fantasies and romance, with a comparatively gentle temperament.
The other was Xiang Yang of this life: from