The White Tiger Killing Power is mana born specifically for battlefield slaughter, as is similarly manifested in Xu Gou.

Strictly speaking, Xu Gou's silver-white mana is only similar to the White Tiger Killing Power. It's likely that Ying Lingyun incorporated his understanding of the White Tiger Killing Power when modifying Xu Gou, making it suitable for reference and evaluation of the White Tiger Killing Power.

Xu Gou, as an artificial Great Impermanence, not only lacks awareness in enhancing power density but also lacks basic understanding of mysterious knowledge. Yet, he displays fighting prowess on par with veteran Great Impermanence on the battlefield by wielding the silver-white mana specializing in killing.

Zhu Shi, with the Yama Sword, demonstrated the White Tiger Killing Power with formidable performance. Facing Ming Zhuo's sudden offensive, she surprisingly spotted a flaw in his overconfidence, first using a sword to negate Ming Zhuo's attack, then another strike to force him back into the distance.

Back then, Ming Zhuo must have been greatly shocked. Though he wasn't truly injured gravely, with his insight he might have discerned that Zhu Shi was nearing her limits after two strikes. However, in his original calculation, such phenomena as "unexpected emergence of Great Impermanence-level power countering him" wasn't accounted for.

His miscalculation might be partly attributed to the cautiousness learned from Huang Quan, which cost him.

At that time, Zhu Shi actually anticipated Ming Zhuo might harm Mazao while I wasn't around, so she temporarily put aside her studies at Saltwater University and stayed closely with Mazao. But had Ming Zhuo not squandered so much time ensuring the safety of his moves and acted two months earlier, regardless of how inseparably Zhu Shi stayed with Mazao, everything might have proceeded according to Ming Zhuo's calculations seamlessly.

Zhu Shi's interception drained all of Ming Zhuo's optimal execution time, and Fa Zheng subsequently arrived first at the scene. Ming Zhuo realized his momentum was lost and had to retreat, lurking somewhere unknown.

"I do owe Fa Zheng a great favor; he didn't mention this even once," I said.

Mr. Zhu said slowly, "From Fa Zheng's perspective, since you are still alive, your alliance is ongoing.

"Back then, it was apparent Ming Zhuo intended to kill everyone present except Mazao. Anyway, if he was going to rupture his ties with you, he might as well do it thoroughly and slaughter all your associates. If Fa Zheng hadn't acted when he should have, the consequences would become extremely serious.

"Your reasons for remaining in the Governance Ideology camp would vanish, and you might end up resenting Fa Zheng's inaction, turning completely against the Governance Ideology camp."

"That might be a factor too," I said. "But since I owe Fa Zheng such a big favor, I'll have to pay it back in due time."

Mr. Zhu nodded and then said, "Well, we've about covered our side of things. Next..."

He glanced at Little Bowl, who was hiding behind me.

"This little girl who looks exactly like my granddaughter Zhu Shi when she was young, who exactly is...?" Mr. Zhu asked tentatively.

And Zhu Shi cast a complex look toward Little Bowl.

While explaining the context to me, Zhu Shi spent most of her time observing Little Bowl. She possesses observational skills derived from Right Positioning Heavenly Phenomena, capable of dissecting the flaws of all things in the world with her eyes. Though like the White Tiger Killing Power, it's an ability born for combat, it can be somewhat manifested in non-combat situations. During this process of observation and insight, the components and construction of the opponent's soul are vividly displayed in her eyes.

So now she might have deciphered, to some extent, the essence of Little Bowl.

She looked at Little Bowl and hesitantly voiced those two words: "Mom...?"

"What?" Mr. Zhu was shocked.

Mazao looked at Zhu Shi, then at Little Bowl, slightly opening his mouth: "...Ah?"

Little Bowl revealed a speechless expression.

"Wait, hold on... Please wait a minute! My dear granddaughter... what did you just call her?" Mr. Zhu asked, flustered.

Zhu Shi appeared confused as well, saying uncertainly: "Although the shape is completely different, and the structure seems odd, but the color and composition of this soul... it's entirely my mom?"

Mr. Zhu frantically stated: "But she looks nothing like your mom; she doesn't even resemble your mom from childhood! She looks exactly like you as a child! Though the smart demeanor of this girl could hardly be associated with you as a child, how could she be your mom?"

"Grandpa, maybe you inadvertently insulted me just now?" Zhu Shi replied quietly.

I turned to look behind me and asked, "Little Bowl, should you explain next, or should I?"

"...I think I should explain." Little Bowl summoned her courage.

She stepped forward, standing before me. Zhu Shi and Mr. Zhu quieted down, their gaze fixed on her. She took a deep breath and began explaining her origins to the two and Mazao.

During this process, she also elucidated the truth of the "Doomsday Era" and recounted our adventures in the post-mortem world.

Master of Divine Seal, Void Envoy, Divine Seal Fragment... She explained all these matters related to her as the second envoy of the Void Realm without missing a detail.

Mazao was surprised after hearing it, but she seemed to be trying hard to accept it.

The fact that the "Doomsday Era" she had always experienced was actually the post-mortem world... This certainly shocked and unsettled her, but we had made many speculations in this direction before, so she wasn't entirely unprepared.

The true origin of Little Bowl was something she had never considered before, but even knowing those matters, it clearly wouldn't change her perception and feelings towards Little Bowl.

Then, as if associating something, she muttered to herself, "The memories lost due to frenzy... can they truly be recovered?"

Meanwhile, Zhu Shi and Mr. Zhu were looking at each other, their faces full of emotions they found hard to accept, as if their worldview was being massively challenged.

Compared to the "Doomsday Era" they had never experienced personally, their attention was more focused on the true origin of Little Bowl.

"What does it mean... that my granddaughter took over my daughter's body? And my daughter even volunteered for it?" Mr. Zhu seemed to be trying hard to unravel the logic in it, "Or did my daughter and granddaughter merge? But with an identity that doesn't belong to either of them... Does this count as creating a new self-identity?"

"To describe it... it's like a certain gacha game character carrying the setup and appearance of some historical role, but with the core of another character? Or looks like an old character, but is actually a fusion character stitched with a new role's personality?" Zhu Shi stared at Little Bowl in shock, "What kind of stitched character in a 2D mobile game is this? My mom re-materialized with the traits of a loli daughter!?"

Little Bowl gave Zhu Shi a speechless glance, then reminded, "Right now, the most urgent matter is not defining me, but confirming the life or death status of Zhu Jiu's body."

"Yes, that's right..."

Mr. Zhu calmed down, then looked at me and said, "Zhuang Cheng, could you take us there?"

"No problem."

As I spoke, I summoned flames, sweeping everyone present. Then I took a step forward, and the surrounding scene changed. After the flames dissipated, I had brought everyone to the Zhu family's villa in Saltwater City, in the living room on the first floor.

Zhu Shi's grandmother was also here, and she was startled to see us suddenly appear. Mr. Zhu explained the situation to her, and then we all moved towards the bedroom on the second floor where Zhu Jiu was.

At this moment, my mind was somewhat conflicted.

There was an ugly thought I must not express to Zhu Shi and the others, which was that part of me hoped we would determine Zhu Jiu's body to be dead after all.

Because if Zhu Jiu's body was still alive, it would mean that the mysterious connection between the body and the soul confirmed that "Zhu Jiu's soul could still be defined as alive." However, now Zhu Jiu's soul was being used as the material for Little Bowl's existence. If we want to restore Zhu Jiu's soul to its original state, then Little Bowl, who occupies Zhu Jiu's existence, must disappear.

With the mystical knowledge at my disposal, I could think of at least two methods to restore Zhu Jiu's soul to its original state.

The first method, also the most direct and easy to think of, is to use Mazao's Power of Return to repair it directly;

The second method is to forcibly strip away Little Bowl's soul component, which is the childhood dreams and obsessions of Zhu Shi.

This method carries risks. It's not to say that as long as you strip away the childhood elements of Zhu Shi, what remains of Zhu Jiu's component will automatically reconstruct into the original shape of Zhu Jiu's soul. A soul is a fragile entity, and the result of this approach might lead to a soul imbalance, eventually causing it to collapse and scatter.

However, if the imbalanced soul could be transferred into Zhu Jiu's body while stripping away the childhood component of Zhu Shi, the risk might be eliminated.

The body is a container for the soul, recording the soul's original shape and structure. As long as Zhu Jiu's body is seen as a mold to inject the "lost-shaped soul" into, the soul may find its deserved shape based on the container.

I do not care that much for the life or death of Zhu Jiu. Of course, Zhu Jiu is the mother of Zhu Shi and Changan, the important person to my important people, so if anyone intends to harm her, I will definitely come to her aid. However, in essence, Zhu Jiu remains a stranger in my heart. If Zhu Jiu and Little Bowl fell into water at the same time and only one could be saved, without a doubt I would rescue Little Bowl.

But how would Zhu Shi and Mr. Zhu feel? I can't imagine they would favor Little Bowl more.

Amidst complex and conflicting thoughts, we arrived at the door of Zhu Jiu's bedroom on the second floor. Zhu Shi's face exhibited a tense expression, as if he had steeled himself with great resolve, and he slowly pushed the door open.

We followed him into Zhu Jiu's bedroom.

In the deepest part of the bedroom, Zhu Jiu's body lay on the soft bed like a sleeping beauty, her expression peaceful.

She was still alive.

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