All eyes were focused on Yin Zhiping at the center of the altar.
"Take off your outer garment."
The voice of the Tongxuan real person was very stern, and he glanced at the crowd below when he said this.
Chu Yi watched with folded arms, pondering:
Will there be any accidents during the soul fusion; if something goes wrong, what should be done?
Thinking that such a possibility is almost zero, Chu Yi quickly shook his head: Crazy, what am I thinking? That situation can't possibly happen.
Yin Zhiping took off his outer garment. Yang Dingtian carved a blood mark on his palm and clasped his hands together.
Yin Zhiping closed his eyes, and at this moment, everyone could see his extremely calm inner state.
"Now, let's get started."
Yang Dingtian smiled resolutely.
As Yang Dingtian's words fell, the altar began to hum.
At first, the sound was very low.
If everyone wasn't very quiet, they might not have heard this sound at all.
As time passed, the sound grew louder and louder.
