"Whew..."
Chen Cuo stared at the cocoon of light as it fell still, breathing hard, his face pale. The true fire in his arms was slowly converging toward his heart, scorching all the Qi and Blood along its path. His flesh shriveled slightly, while his mind was in utter turmoil.
The arrogant thoughts contained in the ghost-faced helmet kept seeping into his innermost self. Though he suppressed them, it took a tremendous toll on his mind, and the Mind Daoist's body was beginning to turn transparent!
"By combining fragments of information from my previous life with the radiance of people's thoughts in this one, I can sketch scenes of what a person desires, regrets, and imagines. Their mind sinks into them, trapped by its own understanding. That's why it can be called the Myriad Realms Cocoon!"
He exhaled slowly and stirred his Qi and Blood. As his skin swelled, he drew the true fire circulating inside him toward his hands.
It had looked easy just now, as though one glance had been enough to freeze Hou Xiao. But the slightest misstep would have let the man's arms come down, and Chen Cuo might have lost his life.
"He truly meant to kill me just now. He held nothing back. I've offended him deeply, and now that we've fought this far, I can't stop. What a shame. The Myriad Realms Cocoon is born alongside those frenzied thoughts and can't last long. This alone can only restrain him, not actually hurt him. Otherwise, things would be simple. I have to seize what little time I have..."
The Sixty-Four Gilt Characters began to tremble, and cracks appeared deep in his mind.
"Almost at my limit. But it's enough..."
With that thought, Chen Cuo stepped forward without hesitation!
Boom!
The floor caved in.
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