Inside the cave.
Chen Lin looked at the floating black book, his expression quickly settling back into calm.
The Demon-Suppressing Temple had indeed cast a shadow over his cultivation journey, but he was no longer the low-level cultivator he had once been. Never mind a mere object connected to the temple-even if Nian Kong stood before him, he would not panic in terror as he once had.
What puzzled him, however, was whether this place, if it was connected to the Demon-Suppressing Temple, also had something to do with Madam Miaoyin.
And why had Nian Kong gone to such lengths to keep hounding him?
Previously, if the other party had wanted his help finding his clone and freeing himself from his demonic thoughts, that would have been understandable. But now Chen Lin had severed every connection to the Demon-Suppressing Temple. The demonic seed had been destroyed, the Kashaya discarded, and even his Vajra body abolished. Finding the other party's clone would serve no purpose at all.
Could there still be some mark on me that I haven't removed?
After looking for a while, Chen Lin withdrew his gaze and stopped dwelling on it.
For now, he could not determine whether this Demon-Suppressing Scripture was connected to the Demon-Suppressing Temple.
Even if the other party truly was haunting him like a lingering ghost, he did not dare confront Chen Lin directly, merely skulking in the shadows. There was nothing to fear; Chen Lin only needed to handle it with a level head.
What he needed to consider now was how to leave this place.
Regardless of who had lured him here-or whether there was no mastermind and his arrival had simply been an accident-since there was a way in, there had to be a way out.
He now had two choices.