Then he glanced at Ao Tai lying on the couch and muttered twice, "A dragon. This thing is a dragon..."
After a moment's hesitation, he took out a knife and aimed it at his own wrist.
The blade landed on his wrist, and a blood-red line instantly spilled copious blood over Ao Tai.
Yixin moved his wrist from the center of Ao Tai's forehead downward, drawing a large circle on his chest. Then he chanted, demonic light blooming in his eyes as he made the blood turn into runes that finally formed a sinister Magic Formation.
Cui Jiuyang's mastery of formations had already reached perfection. Just a few glances allowed him to decipher a great deal from the Magic Formation.
This section connects the minds, but just before it, reality is cleverly copied into an Illusion Realm. Having an Illusion Realm identical to reality exist alongside it reduces many obstacles in the subsequent process of connecting the minds...
Not bad, not bad. The Eight Extremes is unsurpassed, but all the countless beings in this world have their own abilities. Their signature skills all have their ingenious aspects and cannot be underestimated.
Yixin put away his knife and ran a finger over his wrist, closing the wound. Then he looked up at Cui Jiuyang. "My lord, I'm going to begin."
Cui Jiuyang circulated his spiritual power, enveloping himself and Yixin and linking their Divine Souls as one. He nodded for him to begin.
All the demonic power in Yixin's body gathered at the tip of his index finger. A faint yet uncanny light shone there. Although he was about to invade Ao Tai's Divine Soul, his face radiated warmth, as though he and Ao Tai had been close friends for years.
As his fingertip touched the center of Ao Tai's forehead,