The Jade Fire Parasol Tree Tree's crown, like clouds aflame, bathed everything around it in fiery light.
On the surface of the pitch-black Immortal Elixir, Man Daoist's remnant soul, which had shrunk considerably, looked utterly forlorn in the firelight.
His eyes were filled with grief, bordering on despair.
Wang Ba stared at Man Daoist before him, astonishment written all over his face.
Although he had never underestimated the man's caution, he had not expected him to have kept such a contingency even on the verge of ascension.
He instinctively asked:
"Who exactly was that black hand?"
Hearing Wang Ba's question, Man Daoist slowly came back to himself, but a trace of bewilderment flashed through his eyes. He shook his head.
"I... I'm not certain either... To ensure this divided soul's safety, I completely severed the connection between it and my original body when I split it off. But from what I know, what happened to my original body could perhaps only have been the work of that Ti... the Immortal Lord's opponent."
The Immortal Lord's opponent?
Then that meant Tibo?
Wang Ba's thoughts turned, and he immediately realized what Man Daoist's divided soul feared.
If that black hand really was Tibo, then speaking his true name now might well alert him, given an Immortal's abilities. The consequences would be unimaginable, so Man Daoist dared not speak his name either.
Still, for Man Daoist's divided soul to be so certain, he clearly had some grounds.
But Wang Ba's eyes immediately narrowed slightly as he scrutinized Man Daoist.
"So you hid your divided soul in this elixir to take over my body when I swallowed it?"
Man Daoist looked stricken. Lowering his head to look at his wavering body, he gave a bleak laugh.
"Do you think I still have that ability,