Ancient Demon Corpse-Refining Cavern.
Facing the "Dream Demon Realm" Bone Demon Old Devil had created and his air of controlling everything, Ji Yuan showed not the slightest panic or anger. Instead, he smiled.
In the secluded corpse cavern, that smile seemed especially out of place, even faintly mocking.
Bone Demon Old Devil's brows drew together almost imperceptibly. A trace of doubt rose in his heart.
Within the dream realm created by his Great Dream Demon Scripture, no captive's shifting emotions could escape his senses.
He could tell Ji Yuan was neither pretending to be calm nor raving in despair. What he sensed was... an almost leisurely amusement?
Something was wrong.
Nine parts out of ten were wrong!
"What are you laughing at?"
Bone Demon Old Devil stopped twirling the brush. The teasing note left his voice, replaced by a chill.
Ji Yuan let his smile fade and looked up at Bone Demon Old Devil, his gaze calm.
"This disciple merely thinks... there's something even the sect master doesn't know."
"What?"
Bone Demon Old Devil's voice sank.
In the distance, the Soul Hall Master seized the chance to regulate his breathing. The grievously wounded Silver-Armored Corpse King slipped into a cave, dissolved into a stream of corpse qi, and vanished.
"A few years ago, this disciple was lucky enough to acquire a strange insect."
Ji Yuan spoke casually, as if making conversation. "As luck would have it, after some effort, I managed to raise it to the Fourth Tier."
"A strange insect?"
Bone Demon Old Devil grew more suspicious, though his face betrayed nothing.
"What insect could you still have the leisure to mention in a situation like this?"
Ji Yuan's smile deepened. Slowly, he uttered two words: "Dream Butterfly."
Bone Demon Old Devil's pupils contracted.
Dream Butterfly!
The Dream Butterfly