"Lin Tian, is this all you can do?"
Looking at the wandering ghosts Lin Tian had summoned, Jieyin could not help finding it laughable. Even if he brought over the entire Nine Hells and released every vicious ghost within, what could they do to him?
After his taunt, Jieyin attacked again, failing to notice the smile curling at the corner of Lin Tian's mouth.
If the nightmare attacks of the Gods and Devils race amounted to nothing more than conjuring wandering ghosts, would that not be a disgrace to their illustrious reputation?
Saints were impervious to corruption and untouched by karmic force.
That was because their spiritual sanctums remained clear, beyond the reach of evil beings.
But now, Lin Tian had provoked Jieyin several times. Despite his repeated attempts to kill him, Lin Tian still stood before him utterly unharmed. Jieyin had long since flown into a towering rage, his primordial spirit seething so violently that it nearly split apart.
That gave Lin Tian an opening. The Wraiths he had released were merely a smokescreen for the Nightmare Law. While Jieyin mocked him, he had used the God-Devil Concealment Art to shroud a seed formed from the Nightmare Law and send it toward Jieyin.
Nightmares fed on hatred, terror, joy, anger, and every other emotion. As soon as the seed approached Jieyin, it was drawn to the turmoil in his mind and attached itself to his primordial spirit. And Jieyin? He was staring intently at Lin Tian, wholly occupied with how to kill this little bastard once and for all, and naturally noticed nothing.
It was only because Jieyin had cultivated to Sainthood that such trouble was necessary.
Otherwise, with the fantastical arts of the Nightmare Law, merely releasing its power beside Jieyin would have devoured his primordial spirit clean.