Coffin Immortal? Lin De?

Voldemort?

The moment Li Lin said this, the immortals immediately thought of Dark Magic Fairy. The nickname truly fit.

"I was too careless. I actually thought you were merely exceptional in battle."

Clatter—

From within the black mist, the Dragon-Binding Chains slid down, and the World-Suppressing Bronze Coffin was completely opened.

Inside the coffin was nothingness.

A blurry shadow emerged from that void.

"You buried your old self. That's why I failed to recognize you." Phoenix Immortal suddenly understood. "When did you replace Er Tang?"

Before this, no one had ever suspected that Coffin Immortal Er Tang was Dark Magic Fairy Lin De.

He came from the Cycle Sect and had never interacted with Lin De. He was far older than Lin De, and the Dao he had attained was entirely different as well.

One had buried his form and manifested in the world through a coffin; the other concealed himself in shadows and hid his form, his Dao encompassing all things and drawing from every school.

"Heaven takes the form of Qian, earth takes the form of Kun, yang takes the form of the sun, yin takes the form of the moon, earth takes the form of mountains, water takes the form of rivers, rain takes the form of clouds, wind takes the form of qi, and I take the form of void. Of all the Immortal Sutras in the world, only the Form Grave of the Cycle Sect could let me completely shed my old self. That old self that was suppressed, dismembered, and no longer whole." The blurry shadow had already fully taken shape.

Though the auras of the immortals had locked onto him and sealed off this realm, he remained perfectly calm.

Unhurriedly, he stroked the surface of the bronze coffin. "World-Suppressing, oh World-Suppressing. With me,