The man in the coffin was a hale old man who looked about seventy, dressed in a dark blue-green Daoist robe. His features were handsome and his bearing imposing; one glance marked him as a powerful figure accustomed to ordering others about, holding many lives and fortunes in his hands.
He had originally been sitting on the stone throne at the head of this great hall, resting his mind within his dream world. When he suddenly discovered an intruder-a child celestial with three heads and six arms-his face filled with alarm, and he sprang to his feet.
Faced with Li Ling's question, he hesitated and stammered, "This junior is Yin Changming, Grand Elder of the Blood Inkstone Palace."
He should never have shown such weakness, but his spiritual instincts had answered for him, like a little Daoist acolyte facing a virtuous true immortal.
Once he recovered his senses, Yin Changming himself found it inconceivable.
He had experienced instinct taking the place of thought before, but usually only when his very survival hung in the balance.
This was an instinctive intuition honed through countless calamities and hardships over a thousand years.
A Nascent Soul senior really has slipped into my dream to make trouble for me!
And this Dharma Form...
How terrifying!
The Child Celestial Aspect was exquisitely formed, like carved jade and sculpted porcelain, and utterly adorable. Yet to cultivators with genuine knowledge, it was downright terrifying, far more powerful than Dharma Forms resembling ferocious immortals, gods, or strange beasts.
How could he not panic when such a figure had slipped silently into his dream?
Yin Changming knew quality when he saw it. The instant he saw the Cicada-Wing Gauze Sash and the merit golden cloud, he recognized their grades and standing.
He could not fathom the blades, spears, swords,