Dragon Sovereign froze on the spot, staring at Phoenix Lord in utter astonishment.
Phoenix Lord said, "Don't look at me like that. Old Tree said so himself, and he really did regain consciousness for a while."
A strange light flowed through Dragon Sovereign's eyes. "Did Old Tree say what condition he was in before that?"
"Old Tree said he was trapped somewhere, his mind muddled and dim, unable to see the light. Darkness was everywhere, wearing away at his consciousness, until someone tore a gap in that darkness."
Dragon Sovereign naturally understood that what Old Tree had described was the state of being eroded.
Not only Old Tree—even he and Phoenix Lord, and every cultivator in this Star Abyss, had always been subject to erosion, differing only in severity.
"Then does that mean the Second Generation Ancestor's and Seventh Generation Master's consciousnesses... might still exist?" Dragon Sovereign's expression turned grave.
When they had learned from Lu Ye that the Second Generation Ancestor and Seventh Generation Master were in the Origin Realm and had become True Saint puppets, their greatest fear had been that their consciousnesses had been ground away. If that had truly happened, it would have meant that all they had left were powerful shells.
That was something the Dragon and Phoenix Races could never accept.
But judging from Primordial Parasol Tree's earlier situation, even if they had truly become puppets, as long as their consciousnesses were sufficiently tenacious, they might not have been completely obliterated.
There was still hope!
"But what method did that brat use, exactly?" Dragon Sovereign was utterly baffled.
"Why not ask him?" Phoenix Lord rolled her eyes at him.
An unknown number of miles from Phoenix Nest, the Void suddenly rippled in layers like water struck by a tossed stone. Immediately after, an