As he watched True Person Liyang, whose facial muscles had twisted into a savage expression of terror, Yi Yang's split soul remained composed. With a few tricks, he had no fear that this clone of Yi Yang would refuse to submit.
"My body was destroyed, so naturally I must find another. Though yours falls far short of the body I had back then, it is still exceedingly rare. If you surrender it obediently, I can guarantee that your soul will be allowed to possess someone else, and you can continue to exist as a clone. With diligent cultivation, even advancement to Mahayana would not be beyond reach. What do you think?"
Yi Yang's split soul kept his gaze fixed on True Person Liyang, unworried that he might flee. His words had also become somewhat more courteous.
As the split soul of Yi Yang's clone, he naturally understood the disposition of the clone Yi Yang had nurtured before him.
Coercion was the main approach, but he also had to leave some room for compromise.
"Preserving my soul—what a generous favor indeed. You lingered for hundreds of thousands of years without finding a suitable body. If you preserve my soul, how much chance do you think I have of finding a suitable body before my soul dissipates?"
Though fear filled his heart, True Person Liyang forced himself to stand firm. His gaze turned cold, and he gave a soft snort before speaking with utter disdain.
In his view, losing his body truly meant losing his chance of advancement to Mahayana.
His cultivation technique and divine abilities were all founded on this body. Without his body and core infant, True Person Liyang would truly lose everything he relied upon.
Even without thinking about it, he knew how difficult finding a suitable body would