"Couldn't find him after all?"
The old man in a fox mask, nine tails having appeared behind him at some unknown moment, looked in the direction Yu Chen had departed, surprise on his face.
As an elder of the Qingqiu lineage, the powers condensed in the nine tails behind this old man were highly specialized. The nine tails respectively represented the powers of above, below, east, west, south, north, death, past, and future. Together with his own representation of life, they formed a system of the ten directions.
This system of the ten directions was very similar to the Buddhist system of the ten directions, yet also somewhat different. It could be considered a system encompassing portions of the Dao principles of life and death, time, and space.
Logically speaking, aside from cultivators of the Dao Realm, cultivators of the same realm should not have been able to vanish without a trace before him. Yet the instant Yu Chen had turned into water and left, it was as though he had truly merged into the seawater. Even this Qingqiu ritual elder could not find the slightest trace of him.
"Interesting. It seems this Shangqing Daoist is no simple man either! Still, we did not make enemies this time, so let him go."
The Qingqiu ritual elder smiled and looked toward Qingqiu Zisang. Layer upon layer of brilliant colors filled that place, countless rays of light constructing an illusory world that caused Qingqiu Zisang to sink into it without harming her soul or true spirit.
This ritual elder of the Qingqiu clan knew very well that a cultivator capable of so easily commanding the power of dreams and creating such a vast dreamscape either had a close relationship with the Lord of Dreams or was personally proficient in the Dao of