Chen Lin sensed an abnormal fluctuation beside him and unleashed a Soul-Destroying Finger without hesitation, pouring his maximum soul power into it!
A shadowy figure tumbled far away, then swiftly retreated and vanished into the darkness.
Chen Lin froze for a moment, then an expression of profound shock spread across his face.
He was not shocked that the Soul-Destroying Finger had failed to kill it. Rather, in the instant it withdrew, he had seen its form clearly. It looked exactly like the Pitch-Black Buddha Statue he had once obtained on Ten Thousand Caves Mountain.
And its face was still his face from his previous life!
The discovery sent towering waves surging through Chen Lin's heart, and a chill shot straight up to his forehead.
He had thought everything was settled after he destroyed that demonic statue with the Heavenly Tribulation last time. He never expected it to emerge again decades later!
Although he was deeply alarmed, this was no place to dwell on it. Chen Lin could only suppress his doubts for now.
Then he looked at He Jinhua, intending to ask whether she had seen the same thing he had, and whether an illusion had interfered with his senses.
But he discovered that she, too, looked dazed, standing there with her expression shifting uncertainly.
"Fellow Daoist He, what's wrong?"
Chen Lin's question snapped He Jinhua out of her daze. She forced a faint smile and shook her head. "N-nothing."
Her behavior was clearly abnormal, but the soul restriction had not been triggered, which meant she was not thinking of anything harmful to him.
Chen Lin frowned. "Fellow Daoist He, in an environment like this, we should be frank with each other. Hiding things from one another could easily lead to trouble. Did you recognize that thing just now?"
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