The Ink Seal was tiny, no more than an inch across. Yet for some reason, as the Ink-Scale Dragon Lord gazed at that inch-wide phantom, he felt there was nowhere to flee, nowhere to hide.
I'll die. I'll definitely die!
A terrible dread welled up in his heart. The Ink-Scale Dragon Lord could no longer spare a thought for anything else. He opened his mouth and spat out a fist-sized Profound Pearl. It was inky blue, and seemed to hold a vast ocean of lightning within.
This was his lifebound treasure, already at the true form level.
The moment the Profound Pearl emerged, it unleashed ten thousand rays of lightning and hurtled toward the phantom Ink Seal with the resolve to destroy itself.
But when the two collided, the Ink Seal passed straight through the Profound Pearl as though it were an illusion, then stamped itself onto him.
In an instant, his dharma body dimmed, stained with great swaths of ashen white. Then it crumbled inch by inch into a skyful of glittering fragments, returning to nothingness just like the other two true dragons.
Chu Mo sensed the last true dragon's fall, yet his expression only grew graver. Looking at the Spirit Realm before him, he said evenly, "Fellow Daoist, you've watched for so long. Isn't it time you came out?"
"Heh."
With a soft chuckle, a figure slowly emerged from the Spirit Realm.
The man wore a plain dark-blue Daoist robe without any ornamentation. His face was equally ordinary, his features showing neither majesty nor sharpness. He seemed like an utterly unremarkable young cultivator, someone no one would glance at twice on the street. [Level 70 · Dao Lord Darkworld]
Chu Mo's pupils contracted slightly. Level seventy-the peak of spirit transformation.
"This should be the first time you and