The instant their eyes met, chills ran down his spine, as though he stood in a land of bitter cold.
He shook his head and reassured himself. "Within this world, I am the Creator. Since he is inside it, he shouldn't possibly be able to defy me."
Before convincing anyone else, he convinced himself.
He decided it was merely a coincidence.
He never noticed the small spatial passage opening behind him, or the hand reaching out from within.
"Huh?!"
By the time he reacted, the large hand had already seized him. No matter how he struggled, it was all futile. Powerless to resist, he was forcibly dragged away.
"Old bastard, enjoying the show?" Chen Mu asked, looking at the black soul held loosely in his hand, flickering like a flame.
"Y-you... who exactly are you? How did you discover my existence? This is impossible!" He was utterly unwilling to accept reality.
"Young Master, is this another remnant soul left behind by the Immortal Sect?" Ye Qingcheng asked curiously, poking the soul with her finger.
"Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" The soul abruptly swelled, a ghastly face seeming to bulge out of him.
Chen Mu tightened his fingers slightly and suppressed him with ease.
"You!"
Unwilling to admit defeat, the soul said, "If I weren't reduced to a mere remnant soul, you could never have been my match at my peak. I could have slain you with a single finger!"
His words went in one of Chen Mu's ears and out the other, dismissed as nothing more than wind passing by.
Chen Mu explained to Ye Qingcheng, "He is the creator of this world."
"The creator? Could he be the Featherfall Immortal Sect's Ancestor?!" Ye Qingcheng was deeply surprised.
She stepped back half a pace.
Facing the Immortal Sect's