Wang Jixuan had set up a temporary small chamber using a cloth curtain.
He didn't rashly use the Soul Capturing Charm, his signature ability, but simply pinched a Magic Formula and silently recited a spell.
A trace of faint light infiltrated the space.
The Primordial Soul of Meng Caiyuan, which had almost left his body, slowly sat up, passing through the barrier of the Nutrition Storage.
The youth appeared stunned for a moment, looked down at his own body lying in the chamber, and then calmly looked toward Wang Jixuan, who was wearing a helmet.
The voice of the youth appeared in the depths of Wang Jixuan's mind.
The two communicated in a silent environment.
"Who are you?" the youth's voice trembled slightly.
"Code name Black Storm, Military Spirit Ability User," Wang Jixuan transmitted, introducing himself, "My ability is to occasionally speak with the souls of those nearing death."
"Alright, Mr. Storm," the youth asked, "What do you need me to do for you?"
