Xu Yangyi didn’t give it much thought. The answer to this riddle was either alluring or harmful. Presently, even if he knew what this was, now still wasn’t the time for him to take part in any way. The Animus Armament seemed to uncover a great curtain of twisting fog and coiling mist. He seemed to know what, but upon carefully pondering it, all he had was threads, an expanse of densely tangled threads within.

The room was somewhat quiet. Both Gao Muya and Xu Yangyi were left to their thoughts. After ages, Gao Muya actually took the initiative to speak, “Young fellow.” He mumbled for a moment and said, “Have you ever heard of… forced possession?”

Xu Yangyi’s gaze flashed. This word was far too ancient. Perhaps it could be said that in the modern cultivation world, this term was taboo.

Cultivators, even Qi Condensation cultivators, were able to project their spirit. A cultivator’s spirit—or commonly referred to as soul—and will power far outstripped a mortal’s in power. As many cultivators neared the end of their lifespan, they would store their spirit in some object. Once they came in contact with a person’s body and entered it, they would immediately engulf the mortal’s spirit. Thus, they were able to achieve reincarnation and recultivat...