Hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou sighed inwardly.
He more or less knew that his guess had been correct.
The Name Ancestor might not have died, but the plan had likely fallen through. Otherwise, Kong Yuhen would not have had so many—so that was it? "When we meet again, the name will no longer be the name..."
Nuozu had mentioned Reincarnation, and what he said was strikingly similar to the Ghost Ancestor's words: "The next time we meet, I may no longer be myself."
The Ghost Ancestor controlled Reincarnation!
Xu Xiaoshou could not help but ponder: What exactly was the Way of Reincarnation? Was it joining life and death end to end, granting one another chance to start over? Or was it self-deception, an unwillingness to admit defeat? Had the Reincarnation of the Four Ancestors died, or were they still alive?
At its core, was falling truly the extinction of the three paths of body, soul, and intent, or was it losing oneself after failing Self-Discernment?
"..."
Some questions were destined to have no answers.
Yet as Xu Xiaoshou considered this, his sense of self only grew firmer. I am myself, unlike any other!
A name was merely one part of Xu Xiaoshou. It had never represented all of him.
He had even borne many names—Wen Ming, Chen Shu, Little Stone, Tan Ji... But he knew that he had always been Xu Xiaoshou, Master Shou in their mouths, not the Name Ancestor.
"How could Master Shou become the 'Name Ancestor'? If anything, I'd become the 'Ancestor Shou'!"
As his thoughts surged, the white mist before his eyes swayed along with them.
A dense aura of time flooded in. Xu Xiaoshou looked over vigilantly, only to see the Time Ancestor, standing to the right, make a move.
"His first move!"
Were these three