The Tribulation of Attaining the Dao

"Such a domineering immortal art!" Shen Mo's eyes lit up, and he could not help praising it.

He had seen Ami and other Flower Fairies cast spells with similar effects before, yet he had never found them so dazzling, so profound!

It was like how the same All-Encompassing Sword Qi could differ between the "Dog-Biting Sword Style" and the "Samsara Sword Style"; this offensive immortal art born from the Mother Tree Green Leaf belonged to the latter. Its artistic conception was so wondrous that Shen Mo clicked his tongue in amazement, and its might was enough to erase any existence below the Divine Bridge Realm!

Just as Lin Zhaozai's aura grew faint and he neared death, chunks of bone densely rooted through and parasitized by vegetation suddenly flashed with strange light.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Terrifying blood-light exploded across a vast area, instantly blasting the lush forest into scattered ruins.

As every piece of bone shattered, it released a streak of blood suffused with sinister radiance. Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they converged in one place; several skull fragments there had escaped the eradication of the forest-prison immortal art and reassembled into a complete skull. The blood streaks fell upon the deathly white cranium and slowly seeped into it.

"Brat, Lin will remember you. The day you attain Heavenly Monarch, even if I am beneath the Nine Netherworlds, I will surely come to kill you!" Lin Zhaozai's skull clacked as its upper and lower jaws opened and closed. His seemingly calm tone suppressed boundless hatred, malice, and killing intent!

The moment he finished speaking, a bone-chilling sensation surged up within Shen Mo.

These words were not an empty threat, but like a Dao oath, branding themselves upon heaven and earth in the unseen. When Shen Mo was about