If he had not needed a body suffused with Secret Qi Eternal Light to disguise himself as "Shang Yun," Li Qingyun could not even be bothered to cultivate it.
Now, with his back to the Zhen Ancestor statue, Li Qingyun circulated the Myriad Universe Eternal Secret Art—not out of diligence, but to display exceptional comprehension. Maintaining the posture of earnest cultivation, he deliberately lured the Zhen Ancestor's Remnant Soul lurking in the dark to seize his body.
One could be a thief for a thousand days, but who could guard against thieves for a thousand days?
This poor Daoist would naturally cut through tangled hemp with a swift blade and deal with this Shang Zhenyuan!
"Shang Yin asked me to remain in the Great Shang Domain for several days, naturally to leave Shang Zhenyuan's Remnant Soul enough time to attempt possession. But would this poor Daoist let you fail once, then come for a second try?"
Li Qingyun thought blandly.
Just then, the light in the hall suddenly dimmed, becoming like the Netherworld Void Layer.
His body abruptly turned cold as well, and his divine soul sank into a muddled haze. From the nether void, he sensed an intense summons.
"My descendant, come, come, come..."
A trace of cold laughter spilled from the corner of his lips. He pretended to have fallen for it, allowing a wretchedly bewildered shadow of his divine soul to fly from the crown of his head and drift toward that powerful pull.
Immediately afterward, this strand of Li Qingyun's divine soul "saw" a majestic yet kindly phantom standing at the end of that murky, bizarre nether void, warmly beckoning him over.
The phantom's face was precisely that of the Shang Clan's Zhen Ancestor—Shang Zhenyuan!
The main show had finally taken the stage.
"Shang Yun, I