Ling Chuxi couldn't help but get excited when she thought about it, but the idea felt like an unattainable dream, so Ling Chuxi didn't entertain it too much.
"Forget it. If you like using I (1) so much, then just use it. Can you treat Xiaomo now?" Ling Chuxi was too lazy to argue with him. Since he had slept in darkness for tens of thousands of years, she would let him do as he pleased for a while.
"No problem! We shall now witness the magnificent power of I (1), Cang Yuan," Cang Yuan declared in elation.
The spirit body swayed, then flew into Duan Xiaomo's forehead. Ling Chuxi held the boy's hands and sank into her mind, her divine consciousness entering Duan Xiaomo's mind ocean.
