The black robed old man didn’t give Yang Ye any time. At the same time that Yang Ye’s consciousness had been immersed into his body, the old man’s figure had transformed into a pillar of black light that charged towards Yang Ye and An Nanjing.

An Nanjing glanced at Yang Ye, and then she stomped her right foot down and transformed into a ray of golden light that shot towards the old man.

In the Primordial Pagoda.

Yang Ye’s clone hurriedly woke up Snowy.

Once she woke up, Yang Ye was about to speak, but Snowy suddenly flew over to him, wrapped her claws around his neck, and then her head tilted to the side as she fell asleep again.

Yang Ye didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry. He patted her light on the butt and said, “Snowy, stop sleeping. Hurry, lend me your sword.”

Snowy rubbed her head against his chest and started snoring again.

Yang Ye had no choice but to look at the wooden sword, and he said, “Can you let me use you?”

Om!

Meanwhile, the wooden sword shook violently, and then it transformed...