The instant the door closed, Tang San's will slipped past Yu Xiaogang and quietly connected with the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm hovering overhead.
"Tian Meng, use your origin spiritual power."
"Shatter this child's soul. Be quick, and be thorough."
The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's enormous body stiffened.
He instinctively glanced at Yu Xiaogang, whose face was full of anticipation, and replied through a mental transmission:
"Shatter his soul? Weren't you going to let this old man possess him? Isn't the old man going to do it himself?"
"I'm going to use this body."
Those few words shattered Yu Xiaogang's beautiful dream once again.
Tang San gave him no time to weigh his options, immediately laying his bargaining chip on the table:
"As long as I can use this shell to cultivate anew and recover, once I return to the Divine Realm, I will bestow a divine seat and help Yuhao become a god at level one hundred. Only then can the eternal life you yearn for truly become reality."
The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm fell silent.
He had been secretly rejoicing that the irritating old man, Yu Xiaogang, would finally get out of Huo Yuhao's head. But now Tang San had suddenly swooped in to snatch the prize, which meant Yu Xiaogang would have to stay.
But Tian Meng was no fool.
How much help could Yu Xiaogang offer Huo Yuhao's future if he obtained this body?
At most, he would be another helper who understood a little theory. Tang San was different. He was a genuine god.
A god's promise carried far too much weight.
"I'll do it." The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm gritted his teeth and agreed within the sea of consciousness, then added,
"I remember every word you just said. Once this is done..."
"You have to