Chapter 11638 — Thus the Rewind Began, and Hard on Its Heels Came the Two Thousand and Third, the Two Thousand and Fourth...
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The thought flashed past, only to be overturned by himself in the very next instant.
For he had once again sensed that power upon Wei Zhao: utterly pure, utterly profound, of an order so high that even he instinctively looked up to it, and yet within it there was not the slightest trace of the gods' aura.
"Could it be an illusion?"
Yi Liuchao's thoughts raced wildly. At his level, illusions could not possibly arise at random.
The only explanation: the aura of the gods was real, and the power of such high order within Wei Zhao was real as well.
All at once, matters had grown tangled and complex.
What Yi Liuchao saw now was no longer Wei Zhao alone, but at least two quasi-divine experts behind him, no weaker than himself!
Amid his mounting paranoia, what shocked Yi Liuchao even more was that the power rooted at the deepest core of his primordial spirit—he simply could not suppress it!
This was no small matter.
"Steward Yi? Steward Yi?"
The Queen stood dazed for a moment; the rewind still did not come, and no matter how she called out, Yi Liuchao gave not the slightest response.
The Queen could not help but be somewhat dumbfounded.
What on earth was going on?
Matters had developed to this point, and she was well aware that she had no say in anything. Without Yi Liuchao's approval, whatever she did would be wrong, and in the end it would never end well for her.
She had already resigned herself to being a puppet on a string.
Who could have imagined that Yi Liuchao would suddenly vanish into thin air?
Surely he had not run off?
The moment the thought surfaced, the Queen hurriedly banished it from her mind. The man was a quasi-god expert, and in the Inner Royal Court, now teeming with monsters, he was a figure who could walk wherever he pleased. How could he possibly flee midway?
Little did she know that Yi Liuchao really had run off.
After a round of speculation, the Son of Heaven's palace had come to seem to Yi Liuchao a place riddled with hidden perils and unfathomable danger, where even he might capsize at any moment.
In such circumstances, the most rational choice was to steady himself first, find somewhere to take shelter, resolve that force deep within his primordial spirit, and only then emerge from seclusion once more.
As for the Queen, well, the mess was of her own making; he was under no obligation to clean up after her.
The Queen refused to believe it.
She was convinced that Yi Liuchao must still be hidden in the shadows, controlling the situation, and at once continued to work her art on Wei Zhao.
"Look into my eyes!"
Wei Zhao gave her a bland glance. "I'm looking. What do you have to say?"
"......"
The Queen felt a pang of unease. She now held out no hope at all of subduing Wei Zhao with her divine beauty; cornered as she was, she could only hang on by relying on Yi Liuchao's rewind.
But now Yi Liuchao had gone silent, and she was instantly left in a dire fix.
Wei Zhao laughed inwardly.
Yi Liuchao, spooked by his own suspicions, had been frightened into flight—and that had been Wei Zhao's doing.
Admittedly, Yi Liuchao's rewind ability was formidable stuff; at first, even he had been unable to detect it.
But after all, he was running a cheat like the World Will. Once the rewinds piled up, Wei Zhao naturally caught on.
What followed was a matter of turning the enemy's scheme to his own account.
His opponent meant to use the rewind to accumulate the effects of divine beauty, while Wei Zhao, for his part, used his opponent's rewind to quietly invoke the Puppet of the Gods.
The Puppet of the Gods could, at its limit, control a quasi-god expert!
Yi Liuchao chose this moment to appear, and Wei Zhao was not about to let him off so easily.