"Make me the vessel for possession? Dream on!" Nie Yun frowned, his face filled with anxiety.
In this situation, he had to find a solution quickly. If he truly became the vessel for the ritual's possession, even his soul memories would be erased. That would be real trouble.
Although he now possessed soul force at the 999th gradient, Nie Yun did not believe he could contend against a Spirit Realm expert.
"Whether it's a dream or not, you'll know soon enough!"
Seeing Nie Yun struggle to step down from the platform, the Heavenly Demon Saint Emperor curled his lips into a smile and suddenly raised both hands. An eerie chant of ritual began to ring out.
"Bloodline of the Netherworld Phoenix Clan stranded in the mortal world, I beseech the powerful experts of the Netherworld Clan above. To strengthen the Monsterfolk Race, descend with your supreme Primordial Spirits. This subordinate has prepared for you the most perfect bodies, the purest souls, the most loyal servants..."
The ritual words were spoken in the pure language of the Netherworld Clan. As the chant continued, the holy light within the hall grew increasingly dense, while an incomparably powerful pressure slowly pressed down, as though heaven and earth were collapsing.
As the pressure took shape, one incomparably precious treasure after another began to burn without cease. It was through the power of this burning that they communicated with the heavens and brought down energy.
"They can actually summon a powerful Netherworld Clan expert... I can't let a monsterfolk possess me..."
Feeling the pressure descending from above, Nie Yun's expression changed. He cried out anxiously in his heart as the Blazing Fire Master Talent formed a sea of flames around him. He tried to break through the talismans binding him, only to discover that it