While concentrating, the very next moment, an umbrella made of paper unexpectedly appeared within his Divine Soul.
The paper umbrella was so delicate, so beautiful, with patterns of blossoms stitched upon it, just drifting amongst his Divine Soul. He could clearly feel that if he wished, all it would take was a slight thought to tear this paper umbrella to shreds.
"Demon Lord, please look, this is my Divine Soul. Humans have Life Lamps, ghosts have Soul Lamps, and here lies my Soul Lamp, now under the control of the Demon Lord. You should be able to feel whether what I say is true or false, and even if it were a lie, the Demon Lord could kill me in an instant."
"..."
Fang Yang didn't speak, his Divine Soul slightly rippling as a thread of Divine Sense directly descended upon the paper umbrella, instantly penetrating Wen Chanyi's innermost thoughts.
Indeed, just as she had said, he could determine that everything she had just voiced was indeed true, not a hint of deception.
