Although he didn't know whether the young man could hear, Lin Qiye still made a promise.
"I promise you I will use this Immortal Eye to exterminate the Painted-skin Demon."
As his words fell, the Immortal Eye emitted a bright golden light.
A beam of light shone on Lin Qiye's body.
It was as if billions of gazes were examining him.
After that, the billions of gazes fell into a state of shock.
"He killed the Painted-skin Demon before!"
"He's the only person in countless eras who killed the Painted-skin Demon!"
The eye shook.
Immediately after, strands of extreme hatred released an affinity.
Lin Qiye understood. The Immortal Eye accepted him. If Lin Qiye transplanted the eye, the resentment would control itself. It would not corrode him.
Thus, Lin Qiye clenched the eye, took a deep breath, and slowly put it into his left eye.
A strange power spread in Lin Qiye's left eye.
