In the Nightmare Desert, divine sense could not be released outward—but so what? A Primordial Spirit could be used to control puppet-like objects just the same.
Do not forget, Lin Xuan was already a mighty Spirit Division-level cultivator now. Attaching a wisp of Spirit Division to a puppet was not especially difficult.
And so Lin Xuan sat cross-legged, held his breath, focused his mind, and silently chanted an incantation. Very soon, the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed. Lin Xuan raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gently placed it at the center of his forehead, then slowly drew it away. With his motion, a thread of Five-Colored Glaze was pulled from his forehead.
It was only about an inch long. Unlike sword threads, and different from magic power as well, it looked faintly strange.
A trace of pain also appeared on Lin Xuan's face. The sensation of tearing apart his Primordial Spirit was not pleasant. Fortunately, his divine sense was far stronger than that of ordinary cultivators, and the discomfort on his face flashed by before he returned to normal.
"Go!"
Maintaining the motion from a moment ago, he flicked his right hand forward, and that wisp of divided soul, as if it possessed spirituality, sank into the puppet.
Then the puppet's eyes lit up.
Although its face was still stiff and dull, compared with just now, its whole person had gained a few hints of life out of thin air.
"Phew!"
Lin Xuan breathed deeply, expelling a mouthful of turbid air from his chest.
The Soul-Parasite-Origin Technique had been cast far too hastily, but fortunately, it had finally been accomplished.
Then the puppet twisted its head and moved its hands and feet. After all, the divided soul had only just attached itself