"Nine Forms-you should call me Lord Nine Forms."
The strange man raised a hand and pointed into the air.
A human head immediately fell, and he caught it in his hand.
"I only sent some weaklings after you because I saw it was you. Otherwise, take a look at this fellow in my hand."
The head suddenly radiated powerful fluctuations of energy, which turned into a gale that nearly blew Shen Ye away.
"The Fourth Level of the Dharma Realm! Shen Ye, that head in his hand has the strength of the Fourth Level of the Dharma Realm!"
Big Skeleton spoke gravely.
The Fourth Level of the Dharma Realm?
Didn't that mean he could properly summon Summoning Art to fight already?
"But I can summon you too, Fei Lun," Shen Ye said.
"What we have only counts as cooperation. Truly summoning Summoning Art isn't as simple as you think," Big Skeleton said.
Suddenly.
The corners of Nine Forms' mouth lifted slightly. Forming a seal with one hand, he said in a low shout:
"Dharma Form: Womb Treasury of Ten Thousand Mountains."
In a flash.
The Dharma Realm descended.
Shen Ye found himself standing on an endless expanse of human heads, with mountains piled from human heads rising all around him.
There were endless heads, each possessing strength at least at the Third Level of the Dharma Realm to the fourth level.
How was he supposed to fight this?
Forget fighting-even if they merely released their auras, he might be blown away.
"Here comes your test."
Nine Forms licked his lips and said smugly, "If you can stand firm in my Dharma Form without dying, I won't kill you. I'll even give you a reward."
Before his words had faded.
The densely packed heads opened their eyes and looked at Shen