"Behave yourself, your true form doesn't seem to be a golden Big Eye."
Wang Ye scolded, and sent another wave of Divine Sense directly at the constantly struggling golden Big Eye in his hand, making it feel as if it were being pierced by a thousand arrows all at once.
Painful.
This pain made the golden Big Eye dare not struggle anymore but instead compromise in Wang Ye's hands, allowing him to observe it closely.
Through the phantom image of the golden Big Eye, Wang Ye seemed to see in the midst of chaos, a short knife floating within.
The knife was entirely black as ink, yet exuded an icy, dangerous aura, and on it were inscribed the words "Ink Qilin Knife."
"Ink Qilin Knife, your true form, is it a weapon?"
Wang Ye withdrew his probing Divine Sense and eyed the Great Eye before him, "That means your true form is a weapon that has, due to the long passage of time, developed its own Spiritual Sense and even accumulated its own Divine Sense, right?"
