Chapter 118
The several hundred Grahas were forcibly held in place by Ji Xian, regardless of their cultivation, whether they were in the Crystal realm or the Holy realm. From Yatong to Bohai, Yahui and Yazhu, down to the most unremarkable among them— no one was spared.
Ji Xian slowly relaxed his hand and dropped his arm, yet the spatial compression on the Grahas remained.
He showed indifference to their struggles.
Truthfully, Ji Xian had no strong opinions on the Graha race. There was neither any fondness nor hatred there. To him, they were merely a group of people trying to retrieve what had once belonged to them. Although, in the process of doing that, they had harmed the natives of this world, the blame wasn’t entirely on them. This whole matter stemmed from an event that happened thousands of years ago when Han Lan slayed the direct descendant of the Graha’s progenitor. The reason for her actions is unknown; perhaps this predecessor of theirs came with evil intentions, or perhaps it was Han Lan who held secrets. Since this part of history has been lost with time, it’s hard to judge who is in the right or the wrong.
Either way, Ji Xian wasn’t one to easily choose sides. He was only taking action because of Xiao Yueyin, and if not him, then it would be Xia Lihua who would do so. At least this way, he would benefit a little.
After briefly watching the group of pained Graha, Ji Xian’s lips curled slightly as he spoke, his tone more reflective than directed at anyone in particular. “The Spectral Physique of your Graha race is like a sharp needle, capable of poking through the limits of reality. Somewhat similar to how a Nether can transcend their blood to become a Graha, your Spectral Physique can likewise evolve into higher stages. A terrifying power it is— one that even I can’t fathom. Apparently, in the second evolution, your resistance to the manipulation of space would increase so drastically that you would no longer be bound to it, and in the third evolution, legend says that when using your Spectral Physique, you will exist between two different planes of reality— making it impossible for you to be killed. I can’t even begin to understand what this means but just hearing it is quite chilling.”
Ji Xian paused, his eyes resting shortly on Yatong, who was straining to speak.
“Ah…wh…ahh,” he wheezed.
Ji Xian smirked, though he didn’t understand what Yatong was trying to say, he could guess it from the confusion in his terrified gaze.