But if it was real, this puppet could indeed help him with many things.
For example, he was the foremost person beneath the Quasi-Saint realm.
Ye Lin slowly extended his hand and forced a drop of golden blood from his fingertip.
The blood slowly drifted toward the puppet before him.
This drop of blood was Ye Lin's essence blood.
With merely a single drop of essence blood, if it were casually thrown into any universe, even Primordial Unity Golden Immortals would smash their heads open fighting over it.
Before Ye Lin's eyes, the golden blood slowly sank into the puppet's brow.
A moment later, a glint flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
He discovered that he had actually established a faint, almost imperceptible connection with the puppet.
The next moment, the puppet that had been lying down abruptly opened its eyes, then slowly rose to its feet.
"Master."
The puppet stood before Ye Lin, lowering its head as it spoke respectfully.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin carefully observed the fellow.
He could not make out its Daluo Golden Immortal-level strength.
However, the puppet gave him an extremely powerful feeling. As for exactly how powerful it was, he did not know.
And his first instinct now was that he could issue any command to this puppet. If the puppet refused to obey, he could make it collapse with a single thought.
Moreover, this fellow possessed its own intelligence, no different from that of an ordinary living being.
"Hahaha, I told you it would definitely work."
At that moment, the Spirit King strode to Ye Lin's side with a hearty laugh.
He too gazed curiously at the puppet before them.
Who knew how many years this thing had lain here? In any case, it had been here ever since he was born.
But now, it