"Give it back—"
Chu Yang could still hear Di Jun's Clone's voice.
Before he could think of how to respond, a burst of dazzling mystical light suddenly erupted before his eyes!
Chu Yang watched helplessly as Di Jun's Clone transformed into an incomparably bizarre flame, flew out of the Pill Tower Ancestor's formation, and plunged straight into his body.
"Heavens—" This was the Pill Tower Ancestor's cry of alarm.
Chu Yang had not expected this at all. He felt as though thorns were pressing against his back, his mind thrown into utter confusion.
"Lucky Draw—"
Suddenly, Huan Huan's voice rang out in his heart again.
In his subconscious, Chu Yang immediately saw an enormous roulette wheel appear before him.
He felt as if his hand had been pulled by some invisible force, and the great wheel immediately began to spin.
Was Huan Huan manipulating things behind the scenes again?
The moment this thought surfaced, the wheel had already stopped.
"Art of Control!"
From the literal meaning alone, Chu Yang understood that he seemed to have drawn some kind of mystical art.
"This is all I can help you with for now..."
Huan Huan's voice in his heart was accompanied by coughing, then fell silent.
Within Chu Yang's mental visualization, he seemed to see the blurred figure of a woman, as though she were badly injured and bent over coughing blood...
Was that Huan Huan? Chu Yang was instantly startled.
"Huan Huan—" he suddenly could not help crying out.
Before him, the Pill Tower Ancestor was staring at him with an incredulous look.
"You..." The Pill Tower Ancestor no longer knew what to say.
For countless years, it had traveled the mortal world through reincarnation, witnessing far too many unbelievable things. Yet it had never encountered anything as bizarre as what