Vermilion Bird saw it clearly. This was definitely some form of Divine Descent, and in a sense, it was equivalent to possession.
Zhong Yi was the chosen "protagonist." The other party acknowledged his ability and will, knowing he would not squander his long life. He would only keep improving, honing himself, refining his body to ever greater perfection, mastering countless skills and learning countless things, ultimately... leaving it for a god to descend into.
He was a tragic "protagonist" through and through.
Vermilion Bird tried hard to recall the conversation it had previously found long-winded. The other party did not seem to have revealed this. It had no idea how Zhong Yi had guessed it and told it in advance to age him, leaving the other party a body over a hundred years old that would die at a puff of wind.
They would have been better off without that body. Even a disembodied Divine Soul would be much better than this sorry state!
Sure enough, the "Angel of Death," who had gone through untold hardships and countless blood sacrifices to descend, left Zhong Yi's body in a near frenzy. A blood-colored phantom hovered in the air, pointing at the woman and cursing, "This is the body you spent a century preparing for me?"
The woman fell to her knees, her face ashen. "Your Highness Azazel, I don't know how he guessed his body's purpose either... We never leaked a single word about 'Heaven's Descent Plan'... A-and our system is different from Vermilion Bird's. How did it unravel our Mystic Arts...?"
Vermilion Bird quietly slipped Zhong Yi's soul back into his body. The instant Divine Descent had possessed him, it had secretly drawn his soul out to keep it from being devoured. For the Southern Pole Longevity Great Emperor, this