Tang Changsheng did not answer. Instead, he looked intrigued. "So this is the Flower-Foot Barbarians' Ancestral Spirit? Interesting, very interesting! It's actually reached the Yin Spirit Realm... About as strong as that Bear Demon I killed before..."
Indeed, the Flower-Foot Barbarians' Ancestral Spirit before him possessed power roughly equal to a Yin Spirit's, much like the Bear Demon Tang Changsheng had killed beside the Suxu River.
Tang Changsheng had no fear of such wild practitioners, who had never trained systematically or learned proper methods for wielding their power. Even if they were Yin Spirits, he did not take them seriously...
It was said that demons rarely passed through the Illusory Spirit Realm. Their cultivation was too crude for such fine distinctions. Often, the moment their Primordial Spirit emerged, it was already a Yin Spirit. Just like this one!
The only slight complication was the Incense and Fire Prayer Power around this Ancestral Spirit. A faint layer of white light burned around it; apparently, it could draw on some of that power.
Wishfire was the power of heartfelt wishes. A stirring of the heart became strength, which made it far easier to use. Even a wild practitioner like this could bring some of its power to bear.
Tang Changsheng did not fear the Ancestral Spirit's strength. He had only worried that he would fail to lure it out. Now that it had appeared, his eyes filled with amusement.
The Flowerfoot Snake Ancestral Spirit, meanwhile, was deeply wary of Tang Changsheng—or, more precisely, of the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp in his hand. It coveted the lamp as much as it feared it.
It could sense the terrifying power within those flames, power that could scatter its soul to the winds. Yet it craved that power too. Deep down, it felt that if