Like a Mayfly

It turned out that, more often than not, he had been far too optimistic about a lot of things.

From Legend to Demigod.

After a bizarre series of experiences, he had thought he could finally catch his breath. But he hadn't expected everything to accelerate even further.

He noticed something.

From the Crimson Eye, to the Pale Hand, and then the Brain of Foolishness, their powers were clearly complementary in nature.

When he held the blessing of just one of them, the feeling wasn't that strong. With two, the connection was still unclear. But now, after Xiao Yang had received the third one's gift, it was impossible to ignore.

The Pale Hand let him touch more, the Crimson Eye let him see more, and the Brain of Foolishness let him think on a higher level.

"Touch what cannot be touched, see what was once invisible, think what cannot be thought."

All sorts of chaotic thoughts surfaced, and his mind was a mess.

He was in a terrible state.

But he didn't let it go on.

He forced the chaos down.

Then, abruptly, a thought surfaced, and he could no longer avoid it.

A question arose, one he couldn't avoid.

"Could he still be considered human?"

Even those fanatics who clamored for psionic ascension and devoted themselves to the soul probably weren't as pure as Xiao Yang was now.

Even in his mortal form, he no longer looked the least bit mortal.

A new stage had appeared.

Although the complete Divine Stance of the third stage had been sealed away due to the risks, a new third stage had appeared once again.

To put it more simply:

His soul could now exist in the world independently. Even if his body were destroyed and his health bar emptied, that wouldn't mean he