When Zhang Sanxian first laid eyes on Floating Slaughter Demon Venerable, he had learned from her personal interface that she possessed seven extra fragments.
So logically, after Floating Slaughter was killed by Zhang Sanxian, she should have dropped eight fragments.
Yet in reality, not a single one had appeared.
This was highly abnormal.
"Could it be—"
A thought suddenly flashed through Zhang Sanxian's mind. "I didn't truly kill her?"
He immediately shook his head and dismissed it. "No. I reduced this Floating Slaughter to ashes, body and soul alike. Could she possibly undergo Resurrection?"
"Wait! Resurrection—"
"Resurrection—"
Those two words abruptly sent ripples spreading through Zhang Sanxian's heart.
He hesitated no longer, immediately activating Phenomenon Fiction while simultaneously employing numerous prophetic arts to begin his calculations.
Boom!
In an instant, countless fragments of information—some clear, some blurry, some whole, some twisted—poured into his sea of consciousness like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
They were vast and chaotic, their truth impossible to distinguish from falsehood.
Yet Zhang Sanxian's thoughts flashed like lightning as he began rapidly sorting through and refining those pieces of information.
He stripped away the useless noise, capturing and piecing together every crucial fragment.
In the end, they converged into one conclusion:
"Floating Slaughter Demon Venerable is suspected to use some ancient treasure to complete her Resurrection."
"So that's how it is. She really is troublesome~"
Zhang Sanxian's expression turned cold, icy glints flickering in his eyes. "Her body and soul were both reduced to ashes, yet she can still revive through an external object. That life-preserving method is rather unexpected."
He immediately activated his various prophetic arts and calculated once more.
Whoosh~
Waves rose again within his sea of consciousness. The invisible river of fate manifested, solidified, and churned in restless surges.
All kinds of possible futures