"Yuanzhou was bound to become a thing of the past. The only question was how." After thinking it over, I added, "Do you think this Xia Ruize really is Xia Ruize? Or is he actually the real Yuanzhou?"
"Brother Tian, what makes you say that? If he isn't Xia Ruize, why would Su Tian go to such lengths?" Zhao Qian asked.
Even Quan Chanyu wore a strange expression. "In theory, after that earth-shaking battle between the Dark Heaven Ancient Universe and the Netherworld Ancient Universe, Xia Ruize should indeed have died. But how do we explain this one now? If he changed bodies, does that mean he's no longer himself?"
"That's hard to say. The core of the postcelestial fortune is actually still in my hands. You should know what that means, right?" After speaking, I summoned a golden tower.
Besides imprisoning the postcelestial fortune, the golden tower also contained fragments of Xia Ruize's lingering consciousness.
Zhao Qian and Quan Chanyu should have known how this wisp of lingering consciousness came to be.
After that life-and-death battle, no thought could have escaped. The remaining fragments had all stayed together with the postcelestial fortune. Even if he was reborn, he would still have to rely on the postcelestial fortune.
That was the real Xia Ruize.
But what was this Xia Ruize now?
That was why I had always been wondering whether he was Yuanzhou or a divided soul of Xia Ruize, rather than assuming he was the original himself.
"Brother Tian, you mean he might be Yuanzhou's shoddy sequel?" Zhao Qian asked.
I nodded.
"But Su Tian is so clever, and she went to such lengths. Could she really not tell? Without the true core of the postcelestial fortune, he can't be considered Xia Ruize's true self, can he?" Quan Chanyu