Fu Yin and Wu Hua, one sentence each, completely shattered Ban Kuizhen's psychological defenses.
His Primordial Spirit threw itself to the ground, crying out again and again, "Greetings, Venerable God! I beg Venerable God to spare my life! ..."
Chen Yang sat in the central seat and leaned forward before finally seeing Ban Kuizhen below.
"So tiny."
He had not expected that pulling a cultivator's Primordial Spirit into the Shattered Divine Palace would leave it only half a fingertip tall.
No wonder Ban Kuizhen had been frightened senseless. In his eyes, Chen Yang and the other three were truly towering giants.
After the consciousness in Xie Chuan's sea of consciousness had been triggered by Ban Kuizhen, Chen Yang had begun preparing countermeasures.
By summoning Wu Hua, he learned that this matter had most likely been the work of a cultivator's Primordial Spirit.
The very name Primordial Spirit was tied to its origins.
In the ancient era when immortals and gods coexisted, many great powers had attempted to cultivate both paths at once. With their astonishing talent and wisdom, they naturally achieved many results in the Union of Immortals and Gods.
The Primordial Spirit was one of them.
By combining the unknowable, unseen, and untraceable traits of Divine Path creatures with the soul arts of the immortal path, they nurtured an entirely new form—the cultivators' Primordial Spirits passed down to this day.
It was precisely because of such origins that Primordial Spirits were suppressed in every aspect when facing Divine Path creatures of higher purity.
Calling both Fu Yin and Wu Hua over had been meant to give this mysterious cultivator's Primordial Spirit a proper divine shock, making him confess without being beaten.
Now, Ban Kuizhen had clearly been scared out of his wits. Chen Yang did not even need to