"All right, I'll stop talking, but we still can't leave. Zhao Su is trapped inside that great bronze cauldron!"
As she spoke, Hu Liena pointed toward the great bronze cauldron, where flames burned in an attempt to refine Zhao Su.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine. I know him!"
Those words from Xiao Jian immediately piqued Hu Liena's interest.
The remnant souls of the gods of Elder Antiquity that had appeared over the past few days all seemed to know Zhao Su, whether it was the Twelve-Winged Angel hidden deep within Qian Renxue, the Ancient Sword God, or the Red-Clothed Woman.
Yet none of them were willing-or rather, none of them dared-to mention who Zhao Su had been in his previous life.
"Who was he in his previous life?"
"You can no longer call it his previous life. The question is who his complete soul is, because he never died at all!"
Many gods of Elder Antiquity had mastered secret arts that allowed them to reincarnate and be reborn.
As long as a remnant of their soul remained, they could return one day.
"What do you mean?"
"After becoming a god, there are three greater realms above that: God King, God Emperor, and Origin. To become an emperor, you must sever either your demonic body or your divine body, becoming either a God Emperor or a Devil Emperor. But he severed both his divine and demonic bodies."
"Both?"
"That's right. No one knows how he did it, or what someone would become after severing both!"
"Then was he also the reason for the war among the gods that destroyed Elder Antiquity?"
"The Yellow Emperor had just unsealed me back then, and I experienced that battle firsthand. It was utterly devastating. The entire, once-whole world shattered completely, becoming the countless continents and