"Could it be the Primordial Spirit Emergence?" Old Yi exclaimed in surprise.
"That's right." Wang Ye's voice sounded in his mind.
"Then you should be possessing me now, right?" Old Yi's lips twitched.
"Indeed, I could possess you, but there's no need." Wang Ye said, "I can destroy your spirit any time and claim your shell as my own, but there's no need to fear; it's meaningless to me."
Upon hearing this, Old Yi felt a chill in his heart.
Although he knew Wang Ye wouldn't harm him, the feeling of life and death being in the other's hands was still terrifying, like a sharp dagger pressed against the artery in your neck.
"How is this achieved?" Old Yi asked.
