"Projection?" Upon hearing this, Su Changkong's expression shifted. Just as he had suspected, this Wang Fuhu was not a living person but rather something akin to a clone or a projection!
"A person dead for two or three thousand years... can still project themselves, with strength, speech, and actions indistinguishable from a real person? What kind of power could achieve this?"
Despite this, Su Changkong still felt terrified and shocked.
If it were merely something like a puppet, that would be normal, but this Wang Fuhu appeared no different from the real Wang Fuhu. What kind of method could resurrect a powerful figure from two thousand years ago?
Whoever could achieve this was truly formidable, beyond normal reasoning and imagination!
As for what power allowed oneself to be projected into the world? Wang Fuhu himself didn't know.
