His consciousness entered his mind, forming a pitch-black figure. The figure was not corporeal, but a chaotic mass of mental force. It charged in and directly devoured his soul, attempting to seize his body. ...
The figure muttered in a language no one could understand, making one drowsy. Cold sweat broke out across Nie Yun's scalp. It was indescribably strange.
What the other party had done exceeded everything he understood about this world.
"Trying to seize my body? It won't be so easy. Great Dao Ring, Three Thousand Perfections!"
Though tense inside, he did not lose his composure. Nie Yun focused his mind to the utmost, gathering his talent aura together to form the Great Dao Ring once more. Within his sea of consciousness, his soul was complete and whole, like a towering mountain. Though the other party's power surged as fiercely as waves crashing against the shore, he remained unmoved.
"Wuwuwuwu!"
Seeing the change in Nie Yun's mental state, the figure let out a ghostly wail. It was bizarre and grating, piercing his eardrums and making his head spin.
Nie Yun's flawless soul, which had not possessed the slightest crack, developed an imperceptible fissure under the influence of that sound.
"What language is this? Damn it!"
Even the Heavenly Ear Master could not understand what the other party was saying. Nie Yun focused again, and a book flew out of his mind, radiating brilliant light.
It was the very book Su Lin and the others had obtained in the Divine Temple. After killing them, he had claimed it for himself and refined it along the way. The book hovered in the air as ancient Chaos Script characters floated out one after another, like stars illuminating all directions. Bathed in that power, the black figure's offensive weakened considerably.
"Kill!"
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