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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"Just what is this kid's background?"
He was utterly certain that Wei Zhao's escape from the divine beauty had absolutely not relied on his own personal ability; there had to be some extra means beyond his own level.
Or rather, someone was secretly helping Wei Zhao!
The moment the thought surfaced, Yi Liuchao immediately grew wary.
Even by the standards of the Inner Royal Court, where monsters gathered in droves, his strength was already in the first tier below the divine level, and those capable of posing a threat to him could be counted on one hand.
Those few, he kept under close surveillance.
If any of them appeared near the Son of Heaven's palace, they could not possibly escape his perception—and at least thus far, there had been no sign of it.
But if it was not those few, then the problem was even greater.
This great upheaval in the Inner Royal Court had ramifications far wider than anyone had imagined; not only would the old monsters of the Inner Royal Court be stirred, but experts from every other quarter would also arrive on the rumor, seizing the chance to carve off a share.
Among them, there might well be quasi-divine experts like himself.
He could not afford not to guard against it.
Yet for all his wariness, Yi Liuchao had no intention of calling a halt.
After repeated provocation, even the Queen could no longer keep from beating a retreat; for the first time in her life, she felt a flicker of doubt about the charm of her divine beauty.
But then she heard Yi Liuchao's flat command.
"Continue."
The Queen was gradually going numb.
Strangely enough, as the seduction of the divine beauty stacked ever higher, she did not feel herself drawing nearer to the critical point—on the contrary, she felt herself growing further and further away.
As the one casting the art, it was she herself who tasted despair more and more deeply.
Was this really a man?
By any reasonable measure, to say nothing of a mere mid-stage Earth-rank venerable, even a Heaven-rank great-perfection venerable should long since have become a captive of her divine beauty after so many accumulations—how could he possibly be growing more and more clear-headed instead?
Another two thousand rewinds passed.
The Queen could not help asking, "Steward Yi, shall we continue?"
Yi Liuchao was silent.
As a quasi-divine expert, there were few things left in this world that could astonish him, and still fewer people—mere phoenix feathers and unicorn horns—yet today, it seemed, he had met one.
The Queen herself could not perceive it, but he, as a bystander, saw it perfectly clearly.
After each rewind, an invisible force would wash over the whole of Wei Zhao's primordial spirit, wiping clean every accumulated trace of the Divine Beauty's enchantment.
At this rate, no matter how many times he helped rewind, it was doomed to be wasted effort in the end.
The Queen alone would never be able to capture Wei Zhao.
In the end, Yi Liuchao made his decision. "Let me do it."
Since the Queen could not get a grip on Wei Zhao, then he would have to step in himself.
But just as he was about to trigger another rewind, a violent warning flared in his heart, and his expression changed drastically!
He was startled to discover that deep within his own primordial spirit, a power of an exceedingly high order was gradually taking root and sprouting.
Upon it, he actually caught the scent of the gods.
Could the gods have already intervened?
Yi Liuchao displayed a degree of dread, unprecedented for him.
With upheaval on such a scale in the Inner Royal Court, the gods could not possibly have remained indifferent; he had long expected as much.
But for the aura of the gods to appear so early, and in such a manner, genuinely caught him off guard.
In his eyes now, Wei Zhao was no longer a trinket to be toyed with at will; he had abruptly become dangerous.
Could it be... that the gods stood behind this boy?