The Primordial Spirit of the Life Saint Emperor flashed and entered the body of the Gloomy Rain Sword.
For a moment.
Gloomy Rain Sword's eyes widened with rage, filled with hysterical anger: "Bastard, was this all a trap? What legacy, it's just you, the Life Saint Emperor, who wants to possess me and be reborn!"
The Primordial Spirit of the Life Saint Emperor resided within his body, furiously eroding the Primordial Spirit of the Gloomy Rain Sword, laughing coldly: "Gloomy Rain Sword, is it? People from the Shadow Tower of the Life Heaven Realm, it was your Shadow Tower's experts who hunted me down back then, and today, you should be proud to become a vessel for my return to the human world!"
"Bastard, bastard..."
Gloomy Rain Sword was filled with grief and indignation, thinking it was a heaven-defying opportunity, but in the end, it turned out to be this predicament.
His body was already immobile.
The Primordial Spirit within him was no match for the Life Saint Emperor.
