A Ladle of Cold Water in the Council Hall

"All right, Junior Brother Duan," Lü Yinlin said. "But to take over these Nightmare Seed puppets, you must refine the Nightmare Seeds deep within their divine souls. That process can only proceed with the aid of my Natal Nascent Soul. After all, I was the one who planted those Nightmare Seeds. If I am not present and you force the refinement, every one of those Nightmare Seed puppets will suffer shattered divine souls and die."

Duan Rong nodded. "Then I'll trouble you, Senior Brother Lü."

Duan Rong himself had already mastered the Divine Soul Technique of the Heart-Devouring Seed on Level 22 of the Garbha Sutra, so he naturally knew that Lü Yinlin was speaking the truth.

Moreover, he now fully understood why those Nightmare Seed puppets were sitting outside Lü Yinlin's cave dwelling: the Nightmare Seeds in their divine souls were to be refined one by one.

This refinement process was equivalent to making those Nightmare Seeds acknowledge a new master. They had originally acknowledged Lü Yinlin as their master, but would now be converted to acknowledge Duan Rong.

Lü Yinlin said, "Junior Brother, if you are ready, we can begin now."

Duan Rong said, "I have long cultivated the Divine Soul Technique of the Heart-Devouring Seed as well, and I am no stranger to refining Nightmare Seeds. Senior Brother, we can begin at any time."

"All right." With a sweep of Lü Yinlin's hand, another prayer mat flew over from the corner and landed not far from his own. Duan Rong and Lü Yinlin each sat cross-legged upon a prayer mat.

Once the two had settled down, Lü Yinlin stirred his thoughts. Among the dozens of people seated within the black shadows outside the cave entrance, one rose from beneath the pitch-black shade of the Old Pine Tree