Viya was inwardly rocked by towering waves, yet she did not dare show it. She knew very well that the person before her was the key to leaving Thorn Prison.
But this talent still made it impossible for her to calm down. A Time Ghost on the verge of death had already touched her Soul Origin. Such talent in the Soul Realm was truly unparalleled beneath heaven.
It had taken her a full twenty years to see her own Origin Essence.
She could not keep tangling with Li Ziran. With his soul talent, it would not take him long to feel out some clues, and he did not lack resources.
"Viya, tell me, how do I get rid of that red light?" Li Ziran did not notice Viya's panic at all. He could only sense Bowente's red light drawing toward the center, a silent, stealthy erosion.
"Take me out," Viya said softly. She had to seize the time.
"What?" Li Ziran had not heard clearly.
"Take me away from this fog-shrouded place, Li Ziran. If you want to command Void Spirits, only your own Void Spirit can do it. Once I leave this place, I will teach you how to cultivate Void Spirits." Viya smiled, trying her best to appear relaxed.
Void Spirits were now the only bargaining chip she could bring up before him.
"Alright!"
Li Ziran steadied himself, then suddenly grabbed at his waist, pulled out two Frogs, and tossed them onto the ground. In an instant, the Frogs turned into two bull-headed Corpse Witches. Under Li Ziran's command, the Corpse Witches walked directly to the wine barrel, bent down, and lifted it up.
The sight terrified Viya. Her beautiful eyes widened as she anxiously demanded, "Li Ziran, what are you doing?"
"Didn't you want to leave?" As