Someone had left a contingency within Hu Deyi's soul?
Su Che's heart tightened.
If the Innate Spiritual Nature Seed was the root of a person, then the soul was the trunk and branches that seed had grown. Now that Hu Deyi's "trunk and branches" had gone wrong, some master must have arranged this from behind the scenes.
As for what lineage and origin this sorcery involving Primordial Aberrations came from, Su Che could not determine it for the moment.
After all, although Zhu Yan was a Primordial Aberration, the three traditions of mysticism, Buddhism, and devil cultivation all possessed more or less some secret arts related to Primordial Aberrations. It was hard to say whether someone had deliberately laid a smokescreen to lead them in the wrong direction.
But one thing was absolutely certain.
Someone had set their sights on the Longevity Sect—or rather, on him. That was why such arrangements had been made.
What a fine move, diverting calamity eastward.
Using a mere Hu Deyi as a chess piece to drag the Longevity Sect and the Myriad Spirits Sect into such a fight to the death.
No, someone had likely been pulling the strings behind the Azure King Valley affair as well.
But who exactly was behind it all? Was it that Young Master Hai, who seemed connected to the vile dragon of the Eastern Sea, or was there someone else?
"Old Hu!"
The Black Bear Spirit let out a mournful cry.
"Damn it, your Myriad Spirits Sect is so wicked and bizarre, yet you dare call yourselves a righteous sect of the Central Land?"
Shi Cheng roared.
That trace of Zhu Yan's aura had just sent a chill through his entire body.
That absolute malice toward all things in the world, along with the sensation that everything had