Li Menglan Takes Action

"Ruler of the Dao Realm?" Li Zhōujūn froze.

"Tempted?" Seeing that Li Zhōujūn seemed interested, the shadow spoke in an aged voice. "It's normal to be tempted. As long as you pledge allegiance to the Evil Spirit Realm, you'll gain immense power!"

"Qingdi, you must think this through!" Purple Gold Emperor said quietly to Li Zhōujūn.

After glancing at Jiu Shangren, Li Zhōujūn smiled at the shadow. "End up like him? Sorry, but I have no interest in ruling the Dao Realm as you described."

The corner of Jiu Shangren's mouth twitched, but he said nothing. After all, speaking now would only bring humiliation upon himself.

"Young man, you don't really think this chessboard can trap me, do you?" the shadow said meaningfully. "I'm merely a clone. If my true body descended, only three people in your Dao Realm could stop me."

"Are you threatening me?" Li Zhōujūn narrowed his eyes.

"Threatening you? Hardly. I admire you greatly." The shadow smiled.

"I admire myself, too." Li Zhōujūn smiled.

The shadow froze at those words as well, clearly not expecting Li Zhōujūn to say that.

"So, have you made your decision? Will you accept the power from the Evil Spirit Realm?" The shadow's voice boomed at Li Zhōujūn, carrying an air of unquestionable authority.

Purple Gold Emperor inwardly sucked in a cold breath. If Qingdi had not been present, the shadow's voice alone could have shaken him to death.

Li Zhōujūn helplessly shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not interested."

"Then what do you plan to do now?" the shadow snorted, continuing, "You can trap my clone for a while, but can you trap it forever? Watch as I break free right now!"

Just as the shadow finished speaking, his body suddenly shuddered. Yet that was all it did—his body remained frozen