Chapter 1035 A Gift From Sword Patriarch

• My soul can slip inside the Rainbow Avatar and even urge it to move. I'm still too weak. The instant I forced action, the strain ripped me open.
• Unlike the earlier Golden Miniature Figure—his so-called second self—the Rainbow Avatar felt altogether different. It radiated the quiet dignity of an independent entity, a nascent holy spirit with a flawless shell yet no resident soul.
• If I could split a fragment of my consciousness and lodge it inside that shell, I'd effectively create a second body—one I could unleash on the battlefield.