Lin Yuan transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew straight into the palace before him.
The surrounding scenery shifted on its own. Soon, Lin Yuan appeared in a vast, somewhat dim space.
A figure stood motionless not far ahead. Darkness shrouded him, and from a distance, he exuded an eerie aura.
Lin Yuan flew straight toward the figure, who gradually came into clearer view.
The man wore strange armor combining black and silver. He was bald, with skin as white as jade, and bizarre black secret patterns etched across his head. His gaze was as sharp as a venomous snake's. Even with Lin Yuan's current strength, looking at him from afar made his heart tremble.
"Lin Yuan, you're here."
"Lin Yuan pays his respects to the Darkness Lord!" Lin Yuan said respectfully.
"Mm. This clone of yours has reached Perfect Gene Level. Very good," the Darkness Lord said. "You've cultivated for such a short time, yet achieved this level. You truly are the greatest genius our Human Race has produced in countless ages."
Since he was going to perform Soul Enslavement, Lin Yuan had naturally sent his main combat clone, the Bo Xue Vine Clone.
"Thank you for your praise, Darkness Lord."
"Lin Yuan, you're close to perfecting the first level of Illusion Universe. You'll soon begin cultivating the second level, so don't slack off in your illusion arts," the Darkness Lord said. He already considered Lin Yuan half a disciple of his own.
The Darkness Lord had very few disciples. One reason was his high standards: among the Human Race's geniuses, only a handful were qualified to receive his guidance in cultivating soul illusions. Lin Yuan was the one who satisfied him most.
"Yes. Lin Yuan understands."
The Darkness Lord had, of course, watched the battle footage