Chapter 392: Seizing the Body 1

That mysterious existence laughed and said: "If you honestly hand over your body, this seat can help you take revenge and fulfill your wishes. If you do not know what is good for you, then do not blame this seat for completely devouring your Divine Soul Origin."

"You bastard, aren't you going to say now that you are my past life?" Meng Yifan cursed angrily. At first, he had truly believed that his past life had prepared a heaven-defying fortune for him, but now he realized that this was no fortune at all; it was clearly the remnant soul of a powerful being wanting to seize his body for rebirth.

"I will not give up my body. You leave immediately, or else I will self-destruct, blow you into powder, and make your soul scatter."

Meng Yifan first threatened, then changed his tone and said softly: "Senior, you can see it too, my aptitude is trash. Even if you seize my body, it will be hard to achieve anything great."

"Many experts have come in this time; they are all gifted and have much better aptitude than me. Why don't you go seize one of them? Which one do you like? This junior can even help, just let this junior go."

Meng Yifan used both soft and hard tactics, longing for the remnant soul of the powerful being to leave his body; unless absolutely necessary, he really did not want to self-destruct.

If it truly reached the point where he had to self-destruct, Meng Yifan would only be able to become a Ghost Cultivator.

The path of a Ghost Cultivator is to defy Heaven and change one's fate; every step taken is extremely difficult, and wanting to transform from Yin to Yang to become a Yang Spirit is even harder than ascending to Heaven.

"Eh! Strange, how can your aptitude be such trash? This shouldn't be. Judging by your bone age, you are only in your thirties. With your aptitude, even if you started cultivating from your mother's womb, it would be impossible for you to cultivate to the Fifth Grade realm."

"Could it be that you ate some heaven-sent treasure? And your cultivation level suddenly rose? Strange? It doesn't look like it either. Truly strange, with this seat's realm, I am actually unable to see through why this is?"

That mysterious existence seemed to have discovered something interesting, and thread after thread spread into Meng Yifan's body at an astonishing speed, wanting to carefully explore Meng Yifan's secrets.

Meng Yifan mobilized his Spirit Power to block it, but he could not stop it at all; the threads passed through easily. What was eerie was that the collision he imagined did not happen at all.

When those threads came into contact with Meng Yifan's Spirit Power, they flickered slightly, as if entering another space, and then bypassed the Spirit Power blockade, rushing toward other places.

"I can't stop it." Meng Yifan's expression changed drastically, realizing that something was terribly wrong. He absolutely did not want these threads to spread wantonly inside his body.

"Bastard, get out of my body, or I will self-destruct immediately," Meng Yifan threatened.

"Hehe, you want to self-destruct? You can try," the mysterious existence mocked.

Meng Yifan was furious; he took a deep breath and began to surge his Spirit Power, preparing to self-destruct.

But an incredible thing happened: those threads that had spread throughout Meng Yifan's body simultaneously took root and sprouted. One by one, the roots and stems completely covered all of Meng Yifan's blood vessels and meridians, further infiltrating his muscles, bones, and skin.

Suddenly, Meng Yifan's body underwent an unimaginable change; his skin generated a layer of brown tree bark, and his hands turned into two tree trunks.

His thighs turned into tree roots and took root in the ground, actually able to absorb nutrients from underground.

His hair also underwent a sudden mutation, turning into strands of willow branches and leaves.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Meng Yifan had turned into a large tree.

What made Meng Yifan even more terrified and uneasy was that he wanted to mobilize his Spirit Power to self-destruct, but the dense roots and stems inside his body had actually infiltrated his Spirit Power. The Spirit Power he could originally mobilize at will had lost control, and he could not self-destruct at all.

"Oh no! I actually can't self-destruct." Meng Yifan was shocked and terrified. He had never encountered such an eerie thing before. He wanted to use his right hand to blast his own liver.

However, his right hand, which had already turned into a tree trunk, completely ignored Meng Yifan's command.

Meng Yifan's mind stirred, wanting to urge his Spiritual Power to control the Ghost Head Blade to pierce his own liver. That was the source of the power of the roots and stems in his body; as long as he destroyed his liver, Meng Yifan would still have a chance to turn the tables.

But to Meng Yifan's horror, those eerie threads had actually spread into his brain and then entangled with his brain neurons, forcibly sealing off Meng Yifan's Spiritual Power.

Immediately following, a vast, sea-like Spiritual Power rushed into Meng Yifan's Mud Pill Palace, completely suppressing Meng Yifan's mental fluctuations.

Just like that, Meng Yifan not only lost control of his body and lacked the strength to move even a single finger, but he also lost control of his Spiritual Power.

At this very moment, Meng Yifan had completely lost all ability to resist, becoming a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.