Xu Yuan took a moment to process that.
How had offering a sacrifice turned into fleeing for his life?
If the Clan was wiped out, wouldn't his mission be finished too?
He couldn't let that happen!
"Stay here. I'll be right back."
With that, the dark figure vanished with a whoosh.
Before Xu Yuan could react,
it reappeared and tossed him a skin.
"I tested your bloodline back then and compared it with the traits of your spiritual power. It took me ages to find a 'skin' you could wear."
"Try it on."
"If you really arranged those sacrifices, you'll be able to wear this 'skin.'"
That last sentence was the important part.
The creature stared hard at him, as though it had something else in mind.
Was it trying to get leverage over him? Or something worse?
After all, Xu Yuan wasn't the sacrificer it had originally contacted.
Sitting in the shadows with the skin in his hands, Xu Yuan gave a faint, indifferent smile.
But what good would that do?
Once Netherworld Passage reached ontological rank one, he could wear any skin he pleased.
Xu Yuan suddenly remembered going out at night to search for his father's trail when he had been Yaseline.
He had seen several young Foundation Establishment Cultivators handling a ghost entity's skin in an alley.
They were the same people he had just seen.
That meant they hadn't found Na Muluo tonight, but would catch him tomorrow night, when he was close to death.
Back then,
as Yaseline, Xu Yuan had actually found the truth behind Na Muluo's death.
But without knowing what had led up to it, he had missed it.
What a pity.
Xu Yuan pulled the skin over himself.
He instantly became a ghost entity:
a humanoid creature with eight arms