Jiang Liu had originally thought that the only thing resembling him was the Divine Statue of Rules.
He had never expected that even the form manifested by the Divine Soul of the Rule Statue would be utterly identical to his own.
At this moment, as Jiang Liu looked at the Divine Soul of the Rule Statue, it truly felt as if he were looking into a mirror.
When he had looked at the Divine Statue of Rules earlier, he had merely felt that it bore some resemblance to him.
But now, gazing at the Divine Soul of the Rule Statue, shock finally rose in his heart.
Only now did Jiang Liu truly feel that he and the Lord of Rules must have some kind of connection.
If he had still harbored doubts before this,
then at this moment, he had completely cast those lingering misgivings to the back of his mind.
The instant this thought surged into his heart, he could no longer suppress it.
Only now did Jiang Liu understand why the Divine Soul of the Rule Statue had shown him mercy at every turn.
It had even tolerated him breaking through within its alternate space without interfering.
That was because, in its heart, it had long since become completely convinced that he must have some connection with its master.
It was not merely, as Jiang Liu himself had believed, a case of people happening to look alike.
However, even though Jiang Liu now knew that he ought to have some connection with the Lord of Rules,
he still had no idea what that connection between himself and the Lord of Rules actually was.
His soul transmigrating to this world was already miraculous enough.
And in cultivating all the way to this point, he could truly be said to