Heaven's End King nodded. "Correct. That is also why you were able to obtain the cultivation art left behind by the Netherworld Blood Silkworm King in Phantom Demon Valley."
Yan Chihuo looked at Heaven's End King. "How do you know all this?"
Heaven's End King shook his head. "It seems you have not fully recovered yet. You are me, and I am you!" Though his voice was soft, it struck Yan Chihuo's ears like a thunderbolt.
Yan Chihuo froze. The memories in his mind churned once more. Though there was nothing concerning Heaven's End King, the aura emanating from him felt incomparably familiar—as though he were an old friend of many years. No, even more familiar than an old friend. It was as if they were one and the same person!
Yan Chihuo's face turned deathly pale. Staring fixedly at Heaven's End King, he let out a hoarse voice that startled even himself. "Who exactly are you?"
Heaven's End King said slowly, "Back then, the soul of the Netherworld Blood Silkworm King split into two. One part was me, and the other part was you!"
Yan Chihuo roared, "Impossible! You're lying!"
Heaven's End King sneered. "Whether I am lying or not, you know perfectly well."
Yan Chihuo's mind was a tangled mess. His great enemy, the foe he had been determined to kill, was himself. For a moment, he did not know what to do.
Heaven's End King said, "From the very first day you appeared before me, I knew. But your divine abilities had yet to mature and your memories had yet to return, so saying it would have been useless. Otherwise, how could you have returned from the Netherworld to the Heavenly Heart Continent so easily back then?"
"Back then, we—the Netherworld Blood Silkworm King—knew that ascension was