It really is...
Effortless.
Master Wang's foreign soul puppet, wielding a great sword, stood in front of these ten or so corpses, while a Black Dragon kept darting around, swallowing each fragment of the Primordial Spirit.
The Black Dragon seemed to be saying: Such valuable sustenance, the more the better.
The strength of the foreign soul puppet continued to recover, and the Dragon Python Soul seemed to show signs of advancement.
However, constrained by the self's primordial spirit not yet ascending, the puppet's advancement trend was once again interrupted, leaving Master Wang slightly helpless.
He too wished to ascend to immortality with grandeur and grace;
However, even if he wished to ascend, the Heavenly Dao would surely trip him up.
Wang Jixuan flicked his finger lightly, extinguishing the last few illusions ahead.
