Enslavement

"What? Unwilling? Do you have any other choice?"

The corners of Wei Yang's lips curved upward. "I've never liked forcing people. If you're unwilling, then forget it. Stay here and suffer."

Yao Ming gritted his teeth, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

Naturally, he did not want to be controlled by another. But when he thought of the suffering he had endured over the past several centuries—and how it might continue—and that if he missed this chance, he had no idea when he might encounter another opportunity to escape, the scales in his heart gradually tipped.

Between a fate worse than death and being controlled by another.

Yao Ming clenched his teeth and made his decision, growling, "Fine, I agree! I can no longer suppress the hatred in my heart. I'm going to tear that bastard into ten thousand pieces!"

"A wise choice." Wei Yang nodded.

Huff~

Yao Ming let out a long breath and slowly closed his eyes, lowering the defenses around his glabella.

Seeing this, Wei Yang's finger slowly approached before finally touching Yao Ming's glabella.

Invisible Soul Power surged in, entering Yao Ming's sea of consciousness through his glabella.

Within the vast sea of consciousness, the light was dim and murky.

Thick, pale-black mist rolled and churned like an unfurling sea of clouds, emanating a chilling aura.

At the center of the sea of consciousness, a somewhat illusory black giant serpent lay coiled.

Sensing Wei Yang's Soul Power intrude, the black giant serpent shifted slightly, raised its head, and opened its eyes.

The invading Soul Power quickly gathered into a mass, then transformed into a miniature Black Sun. Radiating a blazing aura, it drifted toward the black giant serpent and finally hovered before its forehead.

The black giant serpent instinctively drew back its head.

"Hm? What is it?" Wei