Penglai Treasury

"You seem... a little off?"

Withered Wood Old Monster stared at Old Monster Meng Die. For some reason, a strange, indescribable feeling quietly rose within him.

Clearly, his aura and soul were exactly the same as before; even his habits and temperament had not changed. Yet for some reason, he simply felt that something was very strange.

It was as though, in that instant, the other party had become someone else.

Strange. This seat has used every secret art—whether aura, Primordial Spirit, heavenly secret techniques, or contract locks, there seems to be... no problem. Could it be Old Monster Meng Die's cultivation has gone wrong again?

Withered Wood Old Monster pondered inwardly.

After all, the other party had entered the Dao of dreams as a spiritual energy cultivator. The inheritance he had obtained from the Nanhua Dream Sect was incomplete, and the secret art he cultivated carried considerable hidden dangers. Problems had occurred more than once or twice.

But as a precaution, I should still use the Twelve Golden Figures to test him next. This concerns the grand plan of immortality; there can be no negligence whatsoever!

He noticed something was wrong so quickly?

Although Withered Wood Old Monster appeared perfectly calm, the nearly imperceptible pause amid his consecutive movements made Lin Chen instantly realize that he might have aroused the other party's suspicion.

As expected of someone who has lived for tens of thousands of years. Such decisiveness and resolve are truly not something an ordinary person possesses...

Lin Chen remained impassive on the surface, but inwardly, he could not help letting out a soft sigh.

There was clearly no evidence at all, yet the slightest feeling was enough to breed suspicion. These old monsters truly did not have a single good soul among them.

It might have seemed