Within Wen Qingye's Sea of Consciousness.
"The environment here isn't half bad." The shadowy figure revealed its face—an old man with a full head of white hair, his eyes greedily scanning the expanse of Wen Qingye's Sea of Consciousness.
He was merely a wisp split off from the original Primordial Spirit and possessed no true sentience, so his gaze upon Wen Qingye's Sea of Consciousness revealed only a raw, possessive instinct.
"What? You want to devour my Primordial Spirit?"
Wen Qingye's Primordial Spirit slowly emerged, clad in robes whiter than snow, his eyes as serene as still water.
The black-robed old man chuckled lowly. "Kid, you're not wrong."
With that, the old man charged directly at Wen Qingye's Primordial Spirit.
'A wisp of Primordial Spirit from a Life and Death Realm Fifth Layer expert... it has some use.'
Wen Qingye smiled faintly. A golden light flashed in his hand, and the black-robed old man felt himself being pulled by an endless, irresistible force.
