Although Shen Mo had been left behind here, the Immortal Feather Sect kept an exceptionally tight watch over him. Two Divine Bridge True Lords stood at his sides, their divine senses never leaving him for an instant.
The Immortal Feather Sect naturally showed no mercy toward a devil like him, one who had intended to ruin the sect's eternal grand design. If Daoist Lingyu had not needed to search his soul after "attaining True Immortality," he would likely have already been beaten until his soul scattered and his spirit dissipated. Beyond the spell restriction Daoist Lingyu had placed upon him, Spirit Prohibition chains pierced through his limbs and bones, while even a nail-shaped artifact that suppressed the Divine Soul had been driven into his brow.
Fortunately, his five senses had not been sealed, allowing him to witness the various phenomena surrounding the Fortune Immortal Coffin.
Shen Mo did not particularly care about his predicament. It was merely an incarnation, and one that existed within the Evil Spirits world at that. He could burn it to ashes at any moment. For now, he was only waiting for the final outcome.
The Immortal Feather Sect having successfully refined a True Immortal's body four hundred years ago had indeed caught him somewhat by surprise. Yet without a soul and true spirit, this "immortal" remained incomplete. Daoist Lingyu's flight into the Fortune Immortal Coffin was meant to use his own Divine Soul to fill this imperfection.
"Though I did not destroy the immortal body within the coffin, forcing Daoist Lingyu to take this crucial step ahead of time is not necessarily a bad thing for Mingcang and the others." Shen Mo gazed at the increasingly miraculous Fortune Immortal Coffin in the air, quietly pondering to himself.
Whether Daoist Lingyu succeeded or failed, the Evil