Lin Shuguang looked astonished.
"So did I enter the Dao or not?"
[Dark Prison] was a Dao Pattern, after all. Once he equipped it, Lin Shuguang could wield a special power.
But he had to admit that the power he had obtained was utterly helpless before Elder Qu's power.
"That feeling..."
Lin Shuguang closed his eyes and recalled the feeling Elder Qu had given him, a power that could make his soul tremble.
Unfortunately, no matter how he tried to sense it now, he could not wield that dark power after removing [Dark Prison].
"Still too weak..."
Little did he know that if those Baojian Sect disciples at the Core Realm First Heaven heard him say that, they would probably all cough up three pints of blood.
The Core Realm was weak?
If we could beat you, we'd have smashed your damned head in already!
Lin Shuguang suspected that he had not truly entered the Dao, perhaps because he had not equipped the Dao Pattern long enough. In plain terms, his proficiency was insufficient.
Presumably, if he wore it a little longer, he could summon the divine dragon.
He had no use for Su Beichen's [Sky-Breaking Axe] for the moment. For Lin Shuguang as he was now, [Dark Prison] was still tremendously effective.
After equipping it, Lin Shuguang felt like a perpetual motion machine, without the slightest inclination to slack off.
Early the next morning.
Lin Shuguang opened his door. Before any disciples arrived to challenge him, Ji Daohe had already appeared, holding his sword against his chest with a calm expression.
He seemed to have waited a long time, with a little morning frost clinging to his brows.
When he saw Lin Shuguang appear, his expression froze for a moment... he looked as though he wanted to say something