"Mister Yan, it's been a long time."
A drop of water fell onto the surface, sending a thousand ripples splashing outward as Sky Water slowly walked toward the man bound by chains.
Countless chains coiled and entwined in the void of the Source Tower.
This level was called the "Realm of Reincarnation."
A withered figure sat hunched on the ground and raised his head. Within his eye sockets lay hollow darkness...
Mister Yan smiled. "Sky Water."
He had lived for far too long.
More precisely, this wisp of consciousness had existed for far too long.
Because he had overused the Divination Technique, Mister Yan's physical body had already been completely dismantled, transformed into threads of fate-gold that had scattered throughout the Real World.
In order to preserve the inheritance of the "Divination Technique."
Qinglong had intervened, preserving this wisp of consciousness and imprisoning it within the Source Tower's Twin Gods Illusion. Using the power of the Fire Seed, he sealed away Mister Yan's final Soul Spirit. Such a method might have defied heaven, but Mister Yan had to endure the agony of his Soul Spirit being torn at every day. Even though he was alive, he could no longer feel any joy in living.
"...I already know what has happened outside."
Mister Yan smiled.
Though only a wisp of his Soul Spirit remained, his unrestricted use of the Divination Technique meant that he basically knew what had happened outside.
Using the Divination Technique was like using a credit card.
And Mister Yan at this moment was a gambler drowning in debt... He had long since reached the time to repay it, yet through this method of "mental imprisonment," he continued overdrawing credit that had already been reduced to zero.
Under such circumstances, he did not care whether he could afford