"Let's start symbiotic cultivation together." Tianming placed one hand under his head to cushion it and used his other hand to beckon the little one over.0

"Cul... cultivation?" It spoke with a really babyish tone of voice and a completely blank look.0

"That's right!" Tianming nodded.0

"Is it... like this?" The moment it said that, its spiritform melted away and fused with the coffin before gathering once more at Tianming's chest, forming a single gray eye. Unlike the dead-fish eye from before, this gray eye...0