In Chen You's pitch-black ghost eyes, a sinister blue light emerged: "It seems you have figured out my origins? Do you not know that for a being like me, caught between life and death, I have a unique sensitivity to a person's birthday, divine soul, and such?
But you, for some reason, I can't sense anything from you. Even when facing martial artists of the Qiankun Realm, I can sense their birthdate, but why not yours?"
Ye Chen's eyes narrowed. In his past life, as the Samsara Master, and in this life possessing the reincarnation bloodline, in a sense, he is above life and death. How could Chen You sense his birthday and divine soul?
On Chen You's face appeared a creepy smile: "If it were you, wouldn't you be curious about what kind of existence could be obtained if one were to refine a living person like you into a corpse?"
