Crying Spirit

In the dark wilderness forest, at some unknown time, an icy gale from nowhere suddenly rose, blowing out from the depths of the dense woods. Along with it came white shadows, impossible to make out in the dimness, like ghosts and phantoms.

But when the white shadows blew before Lin Chen and the others, they reached out and caught them, only to discover that they were no ghosts at all. They were more like white paper used in funeral rites to send the dead on their way.

Yet the paper was remarkably smooth and delicate. It did not feel like it was made from bark, but rather from the leather of some animal—more like... human skin.

What was going on now...?

Lin Chen's heart sank slightly.

The Spirit Transformation Dao Domain was no simple place. His true combat power was indeed comparable to the Mirror Female Cultivator and the Paper Figure Demon Venerable, but compared with a true Spirit Transformation cultivator, he was likely more than one level short.

Only after advancing to the Nascent Soul realm, drawing upon the fruits of the Corpse Release Immortal and the Primordial Spirit Experiment, and uniting the Dao of Dreams with the Dao of Spiritual Energy, would he be able to rival—or even suppress—such existences.

But if he encountered one of them now, he might not necessarily be a match.

Let alone... he seemed to have accidentally stumbled upon a gathering of Demon Venerables and Demon Kings.

At that thought, Lin Chen quietly observed the Coffin Carrier, the Five-tailed Fox Demon, and the others beside him, his heart naturally tightening.

He believed that if he went all out, he would not be weaker than any one of them. He was even confident that he could kill them.

But that was in a one-on-one