["Done pretending?"]
[Chen Qingyan looked at the gaunt old monk before him, his voice seemingly rising from beneath the Nine Hells, cold to the bone.]
["What else do you have to say?"]
[Lin Feng wore the ghost of a smile. "Why bother? This true spirit of mine will dissipate on its own before long."]
["Wouldn't you agree, my... dear disciple?"]
[There was no answer, only a chill that grew ever more piercing, as though it would freeze space and time.]
["If you're finished, be on your way!"]
[Before his words had faded, a figure of equal rank abruptly appeared behind Chen Qingyan.]
[Had you been there, you would surely have sensed that both beings had reached [Ninth-Level Nascent Soul Limit-Breaking], even faintly brushing against the threshold beyond.]
[At that moment, the two figures faintly merged, their terrifying aura erupting like a volcano and surging into the heavens.]
[Yet Lin Feng showed not the slightest panic. He merely offered a cool appraisal:]
["All flourish, no substance. You clearly have only one true spirit left, yet you insist on splitting it into three. Let me think..."]
[He casually extended one hand and waved it through the void, as though flourishing a folding fan that did not exist.]
["In this [Dream Realm], you are the [Lord of the Heavenly Court], you are the [Lord of the Immortal Palace], and I suspect that [Devil Master] in the north is you as well?"]
["The oldest trick in the book!"]
[He sighed leisurely, then remarked with feeling.]
["This [Dream Realm] does restrict the use of your [life-bound divine ability]..."]
["Do you truly intend to Annihilation this wisp of my true spirit?!"]
[His only answer was the brilliant golden light pouring down from the sky.]
[An ancient great seal appeared out of thin air and crashed down