Yet Ruo Lan, standing nearby, was beaming with delight:
"Caught Dan Chenzi that quickly?!"
That really was a lightning-fast operation.
She was still worrying on her end when Ding Ling immediately emerged.
"Not bad."
Ding Ling looked at Dan Chenzi.
Dan Chenzi was looking at him as well.
Aside from his eyes, which could move, not a single part of his body could budge.
His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
Ding Ling had merely called out the word "Freeze," yet he had immobilized him.
Could there really be such an inconceivable art in this world?!
Why had he never heard of it or seen anything like it before?!
Who exactly was the Fortress Lord of the Jade Pool Immortal Fortress standing before him?!
"Let me take a good look at who you really are."
Ding Ling performed the spell he had obtained from Shangguan Moyun—the Demon Cult's Soul Locking Art. He raised his hand and pointed at the center of Dan Chenzi's brow.
As a cage spun down onto Dan Chenzi's brow, a sharp scream suddenly rang out the next instant.
Ding Ling's brows lifted slightly. His Primordial Spirit left his body, and holding the Mystic Ice Mirror, he drilled into the center of Dan Chenzi's brow. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in Dan Chenzi's Sea of Consciousness.
Dan Chenzi's Sea of Consciousness was quite vast. An Immortal Palace floated above, while countless throwing knives below transformed into a sea of flowing silver light.
Within that Immortal Palace, a Primordial Spirit was trapped inside, roaring:
"Let me out!"
"So you must be Dan Chenzi."
A flash of light passed beneath Ding Ling's feet. The next moment, he appeared at the entrance of the Immortal Palace. Looking at the Primordial Spirit Body that was identical to