Seeing his old subordinates again, Aaron was filled with emotion.
"Lin, Olivia..."
He recalled the many things that had happened within the Light of Redemption cult, and his gaze gradually softened.
"They've become important figures in the mysterious world now."
"The worst-case scenario is... they've both gone mad, or betrayed me..."
"If they haven't betrayed me, then there is still a chance of redemption."
Recalling their previous frenzied states, Aaron's expression became incomparably grave.
"To redeem a hidden existence, the consumption of Power of Secret Source will inevitably be terrifying..."
"Perhaps... it will require accumulation measured in years."
The greatest thing he had done in ancient times had merely been to spend several years' worth of accumulated Secret Source to issue a fate and lure the Scarlet Sun to its death.
Whether the Age Controllers of today, capable of rational thought, would still fall for such a trick was another matter entirely.
And the Sun's birth might have been the total eruption of power that had already accumulated within the Secret Source for untold thousands or tens of thousands of years. His own dozen-odd years of accumulation had merely been a key.
That left Aaron unable to estimate just how much "quantity" would be needed to redeem or destroy a hidden existence!
"But it must be a great deal... For now, I still need to keep lying low."
With a sigh, he severed his connection with Bruce.
Bruce's eyes turned vacant, then suddenly filled with utter terror. "I... I was possessed by a great existence just now?"
Such a situation was exceedingly dangerous in mysticism. Even the mere descent of consciousness from such a great existence could inflict irreversible damage upon its vessel!
But after Bruce nervously examined himself, his expression became bewildered again.
Because he discovered—nothing had happened to