The fist-sized Primordial Spirit, however, which had been completely exhausted, was now in its element. It swept up the attributeless energy in the sky and actually grew a bit stronger; its previously blurry face sharpened into focus. This Primordial Spirit was none other than Master Wang, who had come close to being utterly destroyed.
Wang Meng had already cursed every god and immortal in the heavens he could think of. With no other choice, his Primordial Spirit descended into the corpse.
A moment later, Wang Meng opened his eyes. Fragments of a life's memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, playing out before him. They were the memories of this body's original owner.
