Beyond the veil, Prime narrowed his eyes, his delight gradually fading.
He was happy to see Xia Lun, who had taken so much from him, suffer a setback, but this reversal was too strange.
How could an ordinary, aging mortal slip past so many Undead, seize an opportunity amid the danger, and force the dead Proud Sun back to life?!
It was possible, but the odds were far too low.
When something made no sense, there was usually a secret behind it. By ordinary reasoning, the obvious conclusion was that an unknown third party had entered the fray!
He lowered his gaze slightly and glanced at the unruffled Astral Spirit. "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Looks like another Secret Art Scholar has stepped in. If you won't attack Xia Lun, let's hunt the newcomer."
"No one else has stepped in," the Astral Spirit said calmly. "This was an ability Living Corpse Proud Sun used before he died. He overlaid a future he had seen onto himself."
Prime shook his head.
"Overlaying a future has too many restrictions. I don't believe Living Corpse Proud Sun could overlay a favorable future onto the present in the brief moment it took the Beam to burn him to ash."
"So he overlaid a worse future onto himself," the Astral Spirit said, still calm. "If Xia Lun killed him, he would only lose all his Knowledge. He might still return through the Replacement Mass his Legend provided. But once he merged with that Old Priest, he would never be free of him. And there's something wrong with the Old Priest's head—never mind. Keep watching."
Gurgle.
The scarlet drop of blood writhed and swelled in an instant, shattering the Blood Vial. Amid flying glass and flecks of blood, Xia Lun