"This!"
At the moment the spiritual light streaked towards him, Ye Chen felt his scalp tingle and his body hair bristled.
Before, when the treasure chest was still intact, it had given Ye Chen an extremely strange feeling. Now that the spiritual light was lunging at him, Ye Chen didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
"This spiritual light has a semblance of consciousness; it actually chooses its own master!" Yun Xianghan was also somewhat shaken upon seeing this.
However, Yun Xianghan quickly flew into a rage. This peerless opportunity—was it not being snatched away by Ye Chen!
"Swoosh!" The spiritual light entered Ye Chen's skull, barging into his mind!
"Boom!"
Ye Chen's mind roared instantaneously, his sea of consciousness experienced unimaginable turmoil, and the sounds of the great Dao echoed in his heart.
Yun Xianghan looked at Ye Chen, who was stunned, her pretty face filled with fury, and she really wanted to strike him dead with a slap.
