"What? Wasn't I dead? How am I alive again?"
A moment later, Wang Sanchu opened his eyes and stared at his hands in disbelief, muttering under his breath.
"Wang Sanchu!"
Chen Xiao looked at the resurrected Wang Sanchu and asked bluntly, "Who sent you to infiltrate the Wang Family?"
"Why would I..."
Just as Wang Sanchu was about to retort, his expression abruptly changed. "No... I have to obey him... Why is that?"
"Speak!"
Chen Xiao frowned and demanded coldly.
"Yes..."
Bang!
Just as Wang Sanchu was about to speak, his face flushed crimson. His entire body exploded in an instant, turning into a sky full of blood mist.
A flash of azure light rippled over Chen Xiao's body, blocking all the blood mist outside.
"It was actually a Primordial Spirit restriction."
Chen Xiao shook his head slightly. This sort of restriction was no stranger to him. Nangong Gan of the Nangong Clan had been subjected to the same kind of restriction by him: he knew only to obey the commands of the one who cast it, yet did not know why he had to obey.
The moment that portion of memory was touched, the person would explode and die on the spot.
Although Wang Sanchu had returned from the dead, the restriction within his Primordial Spirit followed him like a shadow, firmly sealed in the depths of his memories. Even the laws of heavenly tribulation could not interfere with it.
Chen Xiao could revive Wang Sanchu through the laws of heavenly tribulation, but he could not yet break this terrifying restriction. Thus, the moment Wang Sanchu recalled that memory just now, his entire body had exploded.
Fortunately, the newly revived Wang Sanchu possessed no strength. Otherwise, the self-destruction of a High Immortal would have been exceedingly terrifying.
"Alas..."
Chen