All of them looked confused

"Hahahaha!"

"Let me see what secrets you're hiding!"

Martial Saint Xianyang laughed excitedly as strands of Mental Energy bored into the Sea of Consciousness, probing the shattered fragments of the Mental Energy halos.

He was searching for the 'strange youth's' memories!

However, the more Martial Saint Xianyang searched, the more puzzled he became.

—The memories of this 'strange youth' only spanned a single day!

Moreover, for most of that time, he had been staying in a completely pitch-black, enclosed space like a lifeless object.

"What on earth is going on!?"

Martial Saint Xianyang was completely dumbfounded; in his millions of years of life, he had never encountered such a bizarre situation.

At the same time.

Su Lang was also dumbfounded.

"Strange, why hasn't the notification for the Clone's death appeared yet?"

"By convention, shouldn't there be a message saying 'Clone deceased, entered a 24-hour cooldown'?"

Su Lang curiously sensed his existing Clones and discovered that there were still four of them!

It was just that one of them was a bit odd.

This Clone happened to be the one randomly selected by 'Death Substitution'.

Right now, this Clone was stretching its arms and legs with a face full of suspicion, checking its own body.

Ordinary Clones possessed moderate intelligence, but they would never act so abnormally.

"Could it be that Martial Saint Xianyang performed Possession on my Clone, but the System didn't recognize it as dead!?"

Su Lang was dazed and speechless, his eyes filled with disbelief.

On the other side.

Martial Saint Xianyang had finished inspecting the body he had just possessed.

"It's not a Martial Saint body!?"

"The Dantian's spiritual core is only at the Martial Emperor Rank, but the spiritual energy reserves and physical strength are close to an Advanced Martial God!"

"Judging by various traces, he must have Cultivated a vast number of Cultivation Techniques! At least over a hundred!"

"Furthermore, many of these techniques conflict with each other, yet they have been fused together perfectly!"

"This strange youth is truly bizarre to the extreme!"

Martial Saint Xianyang examined his body, his expression odd and a bit unsightly.

Because he discovered that this body truly had no Cultivation Aptitude or special Physique!

And he hadn't found those secrets in the youth's memory fragments either.

In other words, the secret that allowed this strange youth to Cultivate was lost!

Martial Saint Xianyang had inherited this body, which counted as a Rebirth through Possession, but he had lost the capital to continue Cultivating!

He had no Cultivation method!

"Dammit!"

"The method of Rebirth through Possession consumes the Soul Origin excessively; it's nearly impossible to perform a second time!"

"Even for me, it would take hundreds of thousands of years to replenish the Soul Origin and perform a second Possession."

"Fortunately, this body isn't weak either. As long as I'm careful, there shouldn't be any problems."

Martial Saint Xianyang's eyes flashed with a cold light as he looked at Yaochi Yiran and the others. "These little things are juniors from certain forces; there must be elders waiting outside."

"The priority is to trick these fellows into thinking this youth is still alive and has received my Legacy."

"That way, I can avoid combat and perhaps even infiltrate those forces, using their resources to repair my Soul!"

"If the trickery fails, I'll just kill them all and go out pretending to be a junior who obtained the Legacy."

"Sigh, after so many years, I have to act like a junior and play the grandson again…"

While Martial Saint Xianyang was looking at Yaochi Yiran and the others, they were also looking at him.

In their eyes, Su Lang hadn't changed at all.

But they had already guessed that this was likely a trap set by Martial Saint Xianyang for Rebirth through Possession.

Thus, Yaochi and the others knew that the Su Lang before them was likely no longer the same Su Lang.

He was very likely Martial Saint Xianyang now!

So, what would Martial Saint Xianyang do next?

Kill us witnesses!?

Yaochi Yiran and the others looked grave, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Even the Martial Artists of the Three Races began to slowly draw together, preparing to resist Martial Saint Xianyang or… flee.

"Haha, why are you all so nervous?"

Seeing this, Martial Saint Xianyang quickly put on a warm smile, preparing to trick Yaochi Yiran and the other little ones who were on high alert.

But just then!

A dark shadow appeared silently in front of them.