After flying more than a hundred li, Chen Lin stopped again.
He continued restoring his body.
Given the strength of that hand's owner, fleeing any farther would have been useless, even if he left the Primal Plane.
Only entering his fiefdom in the Nightmare Realm might have allowed him to escape.
But the energy suppression here weakened his connection to the Nightmare Realm, making it impossible to enter.
Besides, he could hide for a while, but not forever, so there was no point thinking about running away.
Chen Lin felt deeply powerless.
In the Cultivation World of the Upper Primal Domain, he was still far too insignificant.
Still, the other party had clearly come for the Dragonfly Headwear. Now that they had taken it, they probably would not come after him again.
As for why they had spared his life at the last moment, Chen Lin could make a few guesses.
The owner of that hand certainly recognized the purple energy on his Soul Seed and had some connection to it.
It was the purple energy, not the Soul-Destroying Finger.
Of that, he was certain.
That meant the other party did not care about his status as a Domain Suppression Envoy. Fortunately, he had not given up and had unleashed the Soul-Destroying Finger at the final moment, snatching life from the jaws of death.
He would have to keep strengthening his mastery of the Nightmare Spell, Serenity.
"Purple energy..."
Chen Lin muttered to himself.
This purple energy was anything but ordinary. Thinking back, the old woman on the Naihe Bridge inside the Seven Realms Flower Mirage really had refrained from forcing Ming Du to drink the Mengpo Soup because of this purple energy.
The purple energy had come from the Cheng Sisters. According to Zishu, it was unique to the