Lin Feng watched the Old Sheepskin Boatman "kill himself" right before his eyes.
He did not stop him.
Beside him, Daoist Qingqi flew into a towering rage, his delicate face twisting into something demonic.
Even those few wisps of pure qi turned into demonic qi. In the end, he could not suppress the "true self" within his body.
He had never faced his true self.
Ultimately, he had failed the discipline of tempering his heart.
He stood there behind Lin Feng, muttering incantations. Unfortunately, what came out of his mouth was nothing like what he wanted to recite.
The "Mother of Heaven" revealed her true appearance, emerging from the back of the Daoist's head.
She looked young and beautiful.
Like a possessing spirit, she clung to the Daoist's body.
She whispered in his ear.
A tongue like a long snake slid into his mouth.
Her slender, fair hands covered his eyes.
At the same time, flesh and blood actually began to manifest all over the Daoist.
It was an indistinct blur.
He still tried to chant, but it was no use.
Stammering incoherently, the Daoist collapsed to the ground.
The "feathering" in ascension to immortality did not mean feathers sprouted from a person's body. It meant that they floated upward like a feather.
It described a state of lightness.
Drifting up into the Nine Heavens.
But now, the Daoist underwent "feathering" right before Lin Feng, becoming a grotesque man covered in colorful feathers.
All his pure qi turned into feathers.
The "Mother of Heaven" smiled sweetly, and the breath she exhaled through her nose settled onto the Daoist.
It became writhing maggots, rotten and bloodsucking.
The pure qi passed from the intangible into the tangible.
The Daoist turned into a mass of writhing maggots before him. Lin Feng watched it