"The great causality of the Immortal Realm?" Yang Ji saw through his thoughts and was unconcerned. With a flip of his palm, a flash of Immortal Light appeared, and the pitiable Bai Ziqi revealed himself within the realm of his palm.
"You, you dare to suppress me? My master is the Time-Space Elder, you dare to lay a finger on me!" Bai Ziqi suppressed his horror and cried out frantically.
"Now you have two choices, one is to become the Artifact Spirit of the Time Tower, and I assure your True Spirit will not scatter, your will not extinguished. The second is, death!" Yang Ji's face was stern, giving him no chance to speak further, "You have three breaths to consider."
"You, my master is the Time-Space Elder, if you touch me!" Bai Ziqi's pale face flushed red, and he howled fiercely.
"Two!" Yang Ji's voice was frosty.