Yuan Lin stood tall and strong, his thick hair flowing like golden sacred fire. His features were sharply sculpted, and when his eyes opened and closed, they seemed like divine lamps casting their light.
As the foremost disciple of a True Saint, he was normally considered quite a formidable figure.
Now, smiling, he went forward to greet Yuan Ming. With a saintly master present, he felt quite secure, and the trace of unease from not long ago had completely vanished.
However, why was his master's facial expression so strange? It darkened, revealing deep apprehension, and then... it abruptly changed.
"Huh?!" In an instant, the light of Yuan Lin's soul turned black. Terror immediately seized him. What immense karma had he incurred for it to become such a color?
He could scarcely believe it. His Primordial Spirit resonated, his instinctive intuition manifested, and in his mental world, black clouds pressed down overhead. It was dark as an abyss, so black one could not see one's hand before one's face.
What was happening? He wanted to cry out. He had never experienced anything like this before. Even his mind had turned black—was a Supreme Being targeting him?
"Master!" Trembling, he cried those two words in his heart, but they did not carry out. His physical body could not move, and the light of his soul was terrifyingly black, thick with deathly stillness.
"What happened?!" Yuan Lin's legs shook, his scalp tightened, and his eyes brimmed with panic. He felt as though his entire body were turning cold.
Then he heard his master shout urgently, "Daoist friend, show mercy!"
At this moment, the entire world seemed about to freeze. Yuan Lin saw even his True Saint master's movements slow, as though he had been restrained.
Then he saw a huge foot kick over