After a burst of mockery, Jie Tianran's body suddenly began to tremble slightly, and then an extremely gentle force overflowed from within him, enveloping his entire body.
Under the nourishment of this force, Jie Tianran's injuries began to heal rapidly.
"You're using this power to heal? That hardly seems necessary."
The originally voiceless Jie Tianran could now produce a weak voice.
But he questioned the decision to use this power for healing.
He understood what kind of power this was — under its influence, no matter how severe his injuries, they could be restored in a short time.
But he could endure these wounds, and felt there was no need to employ such power.
"Although the Spirit King Mirror only has one face, its residual power still lingers."
"Before the residual power dissipates, use a few more Spirit King Insight Talismans — there may still be a chance."
"You must return to the gates of the Ancestral Martial Realm Sect as quickly as possible."
The voice within Jie Tianran's body echoed.
"Didn't you say the Spirit King Insight Talismans cannot be stacked?" As he spoke, Jie Tianran was already able to rise to his feet and sit cross-legged on the ground.
"I had my reservations — that's only natural. Surely you can understand, Jie Tianran?"
The inner voice chuckled lightly, though with a hint of embarrassment.
"I understand. Just don't hold back when it truly matters," Jie Tianran said.
"Jie Tianran, speaking of which, that grandson of yours — his talent is truly extraordinary."
"You are far beneath him." The inner voice carried a note of mockery.
But Jie Tianran was not angered. Instead, he formed hand seals, channeling the power emanating from his body to accelerate his recovery.
Nevertheless, he said, "Even with our combined strength, we barely fought to a draw. If I am inferior to him, does that make you his equal?"
"Ahem — in terms of talent, that brat is truly heaven-defying," the inner voice admitted.
"It is Ranqing's talent that is heaven-defying. He merely inherited it from Ranqing."
"But Ranqing's talent was also passed down from me. Without me as the root, how could he exist?" Jie Tianran said.
"Hmm, yes, you make a valid point."
"You are all one family, after all. Why must it be this way?"
"If you could recruit him under the banner of your Seven Worlds Holy Mansion, wouldn't it be far better for you to join forces?"
"Having Chu Feng assist you would certainly be far more useful than that Jie Tian."
"After all, he is your own grandson. Do you truly have the heart to strip him of his bloodline and use it for yourself?" the inner voice asked.
But upon hearing these words, a look of displeasure crept onto Jie Tianran's previously calm face.
"My plan was originally flawless."
"If not for his father appearing and shattering my plan, Ranqing would never have turned against me."
"And the stronger that abomination's talent grows, the more I despise him."
"If Ranqing had married Mu Bai back then, the child they produced would have been a hundred times stronger than that Chu Feng."
"His very existence defies the will of Heaven — he is an aberration. As for that talent, it does not rightfully belong to him."
"Everything he has was stolen from my achievements. I am merely reclaiming what is rightfully mine," Jie Tianran said.
"You — you always insist on having the absolute best."
"Now it seems Chu Feng's father is no ordinary person either. He may not even be inferior to Jie Mu Bai."
"If you had been willing to settle for less back then and simply accepted the father and son, your daughter would have continued to obey you as before, and your whole family could have lived in harmony."
"Why did it have to come to this?"
"And in this current state, your heart can't be at ease either, can it?"
The voice asked.
"There is nothing uneasy about it."
"It is the will of Heaven that cannot be defied. They are the ones who defied it."
"I am not wrong." Jie Tianran's voice grew fierce with anger.
"Truly not wrong?"
"How can you be so sure about something that never came to pass?"