Hen Xin's gaze turned solemn. Lu Yin could already borrow Ancestor Chen's power to suppress the Human Starfield, and now he had obtained Death God's left arm. His mastery of death energy was sure to advance by leaps and bounds. His threat was no longer limited to the Human Starfield; he could even threaten the entire Fifth Continent. Was this child truly the chosen one of fate?
The matter of Death God's left arm had far-reaching consequences, and Chu Yuan knew about it too. He had also gone into seclusion. The only power that might let him turn the tables was time, so he was going to cultivate it.
No one doubted that Lu Yin had genuinely gone into seclusion. After obtaining Death God's left arm, what else would he do but cultivate?
Especially since the star source in the liquid had stopped being absorbed. That convinced them even more that Lu Yin really had gone into seclusion.
Back then, the absorption of the star source in the liquid had shocked the Fifth Continent. Lu Yin had publicly claimed that he was the one cultivating, but afterward, he had roamed the starry sky and done many things, while the star source in the liquid continued to be absorbed. By then, everyone knew that Lu Yin couldn't be the one absorbing it. Something else had to be responsible, and their most common—and most likely—guess was the Progenitor's Sword.
Though no one had said this guess aloud, everyone was convinced.
It made sense. Even Half-Ancestors and a Progenitor like Ancestor Blood hadn't been able to seize the star source from the liquid. How could Lu Yin have managed it? Only the Progenitor's Sword, something beyond all things and worth losing an arm for in the Seven Gods of Death's eyes, could have