"A deal?"
Li Qingyuan's gaze sharpened slightly as he asked, "Oh? What sort of deal?"
Youhu Ayu said, "Whatever else may be said of this little lass, she is my bloodline descendant."
"Seizing the body of my own bloodline descendant is beneath me."
"But I am far too weak. My True Spirit is like a guttering candle in the wind, and I need somewhere to house my incomplete True Spirit."
Her voice was ethereal and distant, carrying an indescribable loneliness and desolation, as though a supreme existence who had once looked down upon the Myriad Worlds had now been reduced to a mere wisp of remnant soul clinging to life.
At her words, something stirred within Li Qingyuan, but his expression remained as calm as still water. "And so?"
Youhu Ayu said, "You possess a space, young friend, and that space contains the power of creation."
"That power of creation is precisely what I need most."
"The Creation Great Dao is the mother of heaven and earth, the source of all arts. It can nurture all things and revive True Spirits."
"The space you possess can house my True Spirit and nurture it while I await the right time."
Li Qingyuan frowned, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes. "How do you know I possess a space within me?"
"Didn't you only revive through the Sacred Mountain's Supreme Bloodline Baptism?"
The question struck straight at the heart of the matter.
The Fortune Space was Li Qingyuan's greatest trump card, his greatest secret, and the greatest support that had carried him this far.
Yet now, the remnant spirit of a Golden Immortal who had slumbered for hundreds of millions of years had exposed it in a single remark.
Alarm bells rang in his mind.
Youhu Ayu seemed to sense his wariness