"You're that wisp of split soul that escaped from my clone?"
Only after hearing Yi Yang's split soul speak did the blood-mist figure, who was clearly caught in pleasant surprise, seem to realize that there were other cultivators nearby. He turned around and looked toward the split soul, his tone already turning gloomy.
It was not that the figure shrouded in blood mist had been careless. Rather, when he had suddenly appeared, he had not sensed the slightest aura of a cultivator at the same stage. Once his heart had relaxed, he had consequently ignored the split soul and faced the towering divine hall instead.
In his eyes, the thing that excited and concerned him most at that moment was this treasured possession that suppressed the Jiao Clan.
With such a powerful object in hand, that proud and beautiful female cultivator would surely submit.
After all, this object was her beloved treasure, as well as a symbol of the Jiao Clan's inheritance. If he delivered it before her, she would surely be unable to produce anything precious enough to compare with it.
"A split soul—so be it." Yi Yang's clone's split soul did not deny it and admitted it openly.
There was no point in denying it, either. The two sides were connected by their divine souls. Although it was an extremely tiny wisp of the clone's split soul, the unseen connection between their souls was still exceedingly intense.
"It is already quite remarkable that you managed to evade Qing Kui's pursuit and escape. Since your soul injuries have fully recovered and you have reached the peak Profound Spirit stage, as long as you return to the Dangxi Realm, I will find a suitable physical body for you. Once you advance to Mahayana again, you will still be my sole