White Bone Sect Disciple...
White Bone Sect Disciple!
Those four words almost instantly awakened every memory.
For a long time, Jiang Wang had firmly believed that he was the source of calamity—the central figure of the White Bone Evil Cult, the White Bone Sect Disciple who would welcome the descent of the evil god. He had been confused by it, suffered over it, struggled against it, and despaired because of it.
But later, he had even killed Zhuang Chenggan and faced the power of the White Bone Evil God head-on. He no longer felt any fear toward the title White Bone Sect Disciple.
Only...
Wang Changji was the White Bone Sect Disciple of this generation?
Jiang Wang felt dazed, as though everything had been thrown into confusion. Then he suddenly recalled that the White Bone Holy Lord he had seen on the Qiyang Battlefield seemed to have occupied Wang Changji's body. Lu Yan had said at the time, "White Bone, you are no longer Wang Changji at all."
He had been deeply puzzled then, but Jiang Yan, disguised as Zhuang Chenggan, had brushed it over vaguely.
When he encountered this Wang Changji in the Yong Kingdom, the appearance he had casually described for Zhang Linchuan was precisely that of the White Bone Holy Lord who had appeared on that battlefield!
But at the time, Jiang Wang had not connected the two, only felt a faint sense of familiarity. After all, Wang Changji had been a stranger to him. And even with the same body, a different temperament could change a person greatly.
White Bone Holy Lord, White Bone Sect Disciple, White Bone Envoy...
The tangle of threads seemed to grow ever more chaotic, yet Jiang Wang swiftly stripped away the silk and peeled back the cocoon, touching upon the truth.