"This junior is decisive enough. In that case, I'll spare you for now. It's time for you two reincarnations-no, you don't even qualify as reincarnations of that old fellow Jialan. I should call you failed products he created." The translucent phantom of a middle-aged man withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at the old monk before him and the dying Yuantong in his hand, a strange expression appearing on his face.
"You aren't a divided soul of High Person Jialan? Then what is your relationship with him, and what did those words of yours mean?" the old monk asked darkly, staring fixedly at the translucent male phantom, every trace of his smile gone.
At that moment, he felt that something was terribly wrong.
"What did they mean? Exactly what I said. You were never reincarnations of that old fellow Jialan's complete true spirit. He merely used a secret art to split off a little of his own essence for an attempt at reincarnation.
"But judging by the results, he clearly failed. Not one of you reincarnations could be considered a true success. Something seems to have gone wrong with that fragment of essence during reincarnation, splitting it into several portions. That was why you appeared one after another," the translucent man said indifferently.
Listening from the side, Wang Yu was utterly bewildered, yet he vaguely felt that he had grasped something.
After hearing the translucent man's words, the old monk gradually paled. But a moment later, he remembered something and immediately cried out:
"Impossible! I don't believe you. I was High Person Jialan's first reincarnation, and I awakened the memories of my previous life on my own. I was even born with the fifth Jialan Key inside me. How could I not be his reincarnation?
"Besides, just who