Farewell

"Sect Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Although a powerful formation surrounded him, Ancestor He calmed down and analyzed the situation. He knew panic would not help, so there was no point in letting such an emotion rule his thoughts and actions.

"There is only way for me and the sect to have a chance to fight a monster like Wang Wei," said He Shiyi calmly. Ancestor suddenly thought of something, and his face became ugly:

"You want to refine me as the mirror's Spirit?"

"Exactly. Only a Tier 11 Soul can become its main spirit, thus healing some of its damage. Afterward, it will be easier for me to control this powerful artifact."

Ancestor He's face was ugly to look at. The idea of refining a Weapon Spirit for the Four Symbol Mirror existed for a long time, but he always opposed the idea.

"Why don't you use one of your captured Immortal Sovereigns?"