Intelligence on the Primordial Realm

The Primordial Will returned to the form of a middle-aged Dao cultivator.

Even now, he could not accept the fact that he had been suppressed by someone.

After all, when they had joined forces to deal with Han Yuan, neither of them had planned to kill Han Yuan outright. They had only wanted to make a quick profit first.

Yet now, the two of them had both been completely suppressed by Han Yuan.

"Why are you so powerful?" Primordial asked in utter disbelief.

Han Yuan said calmly, "No comment!"

Yuanhou said, "Since you are so powerful, why did you pretend to be so weak? When you and I joined forces against Primordial before, you never intended to put in any effort at all."

Han Yuan was speechless. "You turned around and betrayed me immediately. I never even got the chance to explain things to you!"

With a wave of his hand, Han Yuan separated the space and sealed off all connection between the two of them.

Then Han Yuan looked first at Primordial.

"Tell me. Where did you come from? What exactly is the situation in the Primordial Realm? Tell me everything, one thing at a time," Han Yuan said calmly.

Primordial frowned slightly. "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

"No," Han Yuan said calmly. "But I can leave behind a sliver of your will. If I break through to a higher level in the future, I might keep you as a subordinate."

One always had to give him a sliver of hope.

Primordial stared deeply at Han Yuan and sighed inwardly. His will to survive still made him choose to cooperate. Thinking about it, Yuanhou had never abandoned the hope of escape despite being suppressed for countless years. His current situation was merely the same. Given