Xia Mi could not explain the overlap of worldlines very clearly either. Her cognition could not be altered, and she could determine that a worldline had changed through shifts in the surrounding environment and interpersonal relationships, but that was all.
The only ones who could see through it relatively clearly and make use of it were probably Lu Mingze and Odin.
But even they could only see things based on the rules of the Dragon Raja world itself. "God's Blood" was different.
It was something that had fallen from beyond the heavens, something that belonged to none of this world's rules.
When a worldline was reset and stitched back together, what would happen to it? Would it remain unaffected by the reset and stay within its current host? Or would the butterfly's wings send it fluttering off to some unknown corner? She could not be sure.
But she was certain of one thing—the strange, ominous aura around this He Xiaomeng was absolutely connected to "God's Blood"!
Zhou Minhao studied the person before him. That arm covered in scales and feathers looked downright creepy, while a glimmer of gold was slowly spreading through those dark yellow eyes, as though a flame were burning within them, growing fiercer and fiercer.
He felt that He Xiaomeng's condition was very peculiar, unlike that of an ordinary person corroded by dragon blood. A normal person who came into contact with dragon blood should have been in agony, should have struggled, yet this man stood there as calmly as if nothing had happened—
"The gun isn't the issue. I didn't come because of the gun. This is my target." He turned to look at the Dead Servant's corpse.
Amon showed just the right amount of surprise, and the wariness and madness in his eyes receded somewhat.