"Master!" Clear Wind stared at the flame on her fingertip in delight, then lunged at Chen Lin. Chen Lin raised a hand and snuffed it out. The extreme heat left a faint red mark even on his true dragon physical body.
"Put your fire away. Don't burn the hall down." Chen Lin casually pushed her aside and turned his gaze to Bright Moon.
Bright Moon's transformation made no sound at all.
She sat quietly with her legs crossed, but her body was growing ethereal. The phantom spirit grass amplified the power of her divine soul without limit.
Chen Lin extended his divine sense to examine her. Her once sharply defined black-and-white feline pupils had become bottomless, deep-purple vortices. Within them, countless worlds rose and perished, and countless shadowy figures wailed in agony.
Suddenly, Bright Moon opened her eyes.
Her deep-purple eyes met Chen Lin's gaze directly.
"Master, be careful." Bright Moon's soft, sweet voice sounded in Chen Lin's mind.
The next instant, the scene before Chen Lin abruptly changed.
The Cangyuan Hall vanished. He found himself a mortal, bound to a stake as flames consumed him. The scene shifted, and he became an old battlefield soldier, pierced by ten thousand arrows. It shifted again, and he became a decrepit old man, suffocating on his sickbed...
One life, ten lives, a hundred lives, a thousand lives.
Hundreds upon thousands of agonizing deaths and utterly hopeless reincarnations cycled madly through his sea of consciousness. There was no spiritual power attack-only absolute imprisonment and erosion on the level of the divine soul.
"Break."
Chen Lin snorted inwardly. His divine sense formed a massive golden blade that cleaved straight through the endless cycle of reincarnation.
The scene before him shuddered, and Chen Lin once again saw the vaulted ceiling of the Cangyuan Hall.
He