Hearing Huang Yan's warning, Chen Lin's heart grew heavy.
Although he had long prepared himself mentally and knew the Lake-Fishing Old Man would be difficult to deal with, he had still harbored considerable hope. Now, it seemed he had been rather optimistic.
He thought for a moment.
Chen Lin asked, "Is a Dominator really that powerful? How great is the difference compared to a Supreme of the Seven-Star Realm?"
He had seen a Dominator act before, but that had been during a life task, so he could not use it as a reference.
"As different as heaven and earth."
Huang Yan curled his lip.
"The Supreme Experts you mentioned aren't worth mentioning at all. After they fused with one or a small portion of their other selves, the Lake-Fishing Old Man used Slave Seals to block their connections to the remaining other selves. They're on an entirely different level from Dominators."
"They aren't even a match for powerful Quasi-Dominators."
"The only benefit is that they become better at resisting Heavenly Tribulations and can live a little longer."
Chen Lin's heart grew even heavier.
He knew there was a gap between Slave-Sealed Dominators and true Dominators, but he had not expected it to be so vast. And his current strength was not much greater than a Slave-Sealed Dominator's.
Trying to force his way out of the realm would likely leave him no chance of survival.
Even so.
Chen Lin had not completely despaired.
The same principle still held: as long as he was alive, there was hope.
If his strength was insufficient, he simply had to improve it. If nothing else worked, he could undertake another life task. As long as he succeeded, his strength would surely rise another step.
Just then.
Xuedie glanced at Chen Lin.
Picking up the conversation,