Gao Xian realized the gravity of the problem, and he grew a little anxious. This old bastard even knew how to kill with a borrowed knife—vicious indeed!
On second thought, however, he restrained himself from acting immediately.
Even now, he had not figured out whether everything before him was an illusion. Nor had he identified the old man's origins.
Was he a manifestation of Gao Xian's inner demon, or was the remnant soul of the Blood River Celestial Venerable causing trouble?
Those were two entirely different situations.
If it was an inner demon's manifestation, all he needed to do was guard his spiritual clarity against its influence. The longer he dragged things out, the more flaws the inner demon would reveal, and he could naturally break it with ease.
If it was the Blood River Celestial Venerable's remnant soul at work, then everything before him was real. The longer he waited, the stronger that remnant soul would become, and the harder it would be to deal with.
One path meant responding to every change by remaining unchanged; the other meant acting swiftly to resolve it.
The two approaches stood in direct opposition, yet he could only choose one. If he chose wrong, the trouble would be immense.
Gao Xian had already tried every secret art he possessed, yet none could determine what the old man in red truly was. After weighing the matter, he decided to wait a little longer.
If it really was the Blood River Celestial Venerable's remnant soul causing trouble, he still had a way to deal with it. An inner demon would actually be more troublesome...
On Golden Firmament Peak, a Foundation Establishment ape clansman looked at the vast blood-colored tide sweeping across heaven and earth and let out a shrill scream. The groups of ape