Bi Fan nodded lightly, a faint smile on his face. "Mo Xing scattered, Wang Shu emerged—this prophecy's meaning is obvious. That boy must be the one Lord Mo Xing chose."
Feng Xuanzhi was slightly taken aback and couldn't help asking, "The one he chose? What does that mean?"
Bi Fan chuckled. "When Lord Mo Xing and I spoke in the endless void that day, he once said that whenever an age of chaos descended, people bearing special talents would appear in the world."
"Some are geniuses born in response to the times; others are chosen by the lingering consciousness of great beings who once lived in this world and possessed immense power. When such a person appears, they awaken an exceptionally rare talent, far beyond that of ordinary people. With just a little cultivation, they can quickly master that particular path."
"Young Wang Shu must be the one Lord Mo Xing chose. Otherwise, there's simply no way to explain where he got such heaven-defying skill in formations at such a young age." By the end, even Bi Fan wore a rueful smile.
After all, as a Formation Master, he knew all too well how vast and profound the way of formations was. Without peerless talent and immense diligence, it was impossible to become a seventh-grade Formation Master or higher. Yet that boy had broken the formation with ease. That showed just how formidable he was.
Hearing this, the two nodded in amazement. Feng Xuanzhi sighed, his voice full of emotion. "To leave behind a consciousness or aura that still works a thousand years later... What level of existence was that host?"
Bi Fan was about to answer when Xuan Chen's figure suddenly drifted out and hovered beside him. He spoke softly. "I can't speak for the others, but I know