The man who appeared was none other than Jiyuan. The wisp of divine sense huddled inside his soul lamp, which had been shattered upon impact, fully awakened. Previously, he had chosen Li Dai purely on instinct. Yet someone had dared to kill his chosen inheritor right under his nose—this was an utterly unforgivable offense! Even though he was a fallen god and only a single wisp of divine sense remained in this secret realm, he would never tolerate such audacity! Therefore, after steadying his footing, Jiyuan cast a cold gaze at Fang Ailing, intending to crush this audacious female cultivator to death on the spot. But the moment he clearly saw her face and her aura of destiny, his expression changed drastically.
"The Chosen One! How is this possible?!" Jiyuan's shock was entirely justified. In the Primordial Era from which he came, a Chosen One appeared maybe once in a million years. Barring any accidents, such a person was bound to ascend to godhood; the Chosen One was born the ultimate gathering of supreme fortune.
Hearing Jiyuan's whispered disbelief, Shi Yuan looked at Fang Ailing with a deep, inscrutable gaze.
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