Knocking the Mountain to Startle the Tiger, a Desperate Gambit to Deceive the Divine Form

What did it mean to be so arrogantly smug!

First, it was "a swan harboring lofty ambitions," then "a child of such tender years."

All that wordplay—when it had been beaten into fleeing in disarray at the Relics of the Gods, it had not acted like this... What was it putting on airs for? The Ancestor God's bearing was one thing.

Sui Yin's pressure was another.

Xu Xiaoshou was shaken, yes, but not so crushed that he could not speak or stand.

The Will Dao Disk spun madly beneath him, gathering the power of guidance. As he pointed a finger forward, he shouted, "Sui Yin!"

"What a waste of your three eyes! Turn your head already and take a good look at who I am!"

Far off in the distant sky, Sui Yin, who had been lazily reclining upon its lofty divine throne, seemed to stiffen at the sound.

Clearly, it remembered the owner of that voice as well.

When the three Sui Yin's Eyes atop its three heads turned toward the source of the voice at once—

Sui Yin, which had still been maintaining its composure upon the divine throne, suddenly jerked upright like a man sitting bolt upright from a dying illness. "Dao Qiongchang?!"

It startled itself with that cry.

After shouting once, its three eyeballs focused again. "No, Cao Yihan!"

Then it shook its head, rejecting its own guess.

After struggling to recall something, its gaze became visibly uncertain. At last, as though forcing the words out from between clenched back teeth, it said:

"Xu! Little! Shou!"

Xu Xiaoshou threw back his head and laughed, springing into the air.

Judging from that reaction alone, he concluded that this Sui Yin was the real Sui Yin, not something fabricated by Hua Weiyang's Second World... right?

It could not