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Chen Moxuan's eyes narrowed, a wave of unprecedented unease surging within him. The shadow before him was like something from the abyss, exuding a chilling aura that sent shivers down his spine.
He attempted to probe with his spiritual energy, only to find that his senses felt utterly useless in the presence of this shadow, unable to grasp even a hint of its essence. The speed of the shadow was astonishing, almost instantaneous as it lunged at Tiger Brother. Just when Chen Moxuan thought that Tiger Brother would be able to subdue the shadow with his formidable strength, the situation took a dramatic turn.
The shadow seemed to contain an endless coldness, unleashing a force far beyond what Chen Moxuan had anticipated. With just a slight movement, a bone-chilling frost surged forth, instantly encasing Tiger Brother's entire body in ice. A thick layer of icy armor quickly formed on the surface of Tiger Brother's body, and a flicker of astonishment flashed in his eyes, clearly unprepared for how formidable this shadow was.
He struggled to break free from the icy bindings, but the cold seemed almost sentient, tightly wrapping around him and continuously eroding his spiritual energy. Seeing this, Chen Moxuan was alarmed; he hurriedly channeled his spiritual energy, intending to rush forward to rescue Tiger Brother. However, it seemed the shadow sensed his intentions and suddenly emitted an even denser chill, enveloping the entire hall in a frost-laden shroud.
Chen Moxuan marveled silently at this display. At that moment, the shadow appeared to realize it had no way to deal with Tiger Brother and seemed to have played enough. It abruptly contracted into a Black Stream and surged directly into Chen Moxuan's body.
As Tiger Brother gasped in shock, Chen Moxuan's eyes brightened. In the next instant, he quickly retrieved a black talisman from his Na Ring. With a swift motion of his right hand, he pressed it against his left chest. It felt as if his chest had transformed into an artifact for absorbing spiritual energy; a terrifying vortex instantly drew energy into his body.
Then, a circular pattern formed on his chest made up of intricate spells. "Let's see what you're made of," Chen Moxuan scoffed. "This body is like a heavenly prison; while you may enter, escaping is not guaranteed."
As he examined closely, Chen Moxuan's eyes widened in disbelief, sparkling with incredulity. He realized that this entity sealed within him bore an uncanny resemblance to something he had encountered in an ancient text titled "Magic Gate Canon."
The races recorded in the Magic Gate Canon do not exist in this world; the author is a figure of ancient times. There is a scroll hidden with the Master that contains accounts of certain existences and events that transcend common knowledge, including descriptions of the Demon Gate.
The Demon Gate is not a group nor does it fully belong to humanity; it is a special existence endowed with unimaginable power and strange spells. At this moment, the entity within Chen Moxuan resembles the slaughtering demon, Vice Sect Master Yan Bing, from the Magic Gate Canon by seventy or eighty percent!
How could this be? Chen Moxuan thought to himself, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart. If this shadow truly is the Vice Sect Master Yan Bing of the Demon Gate, does his appearance signify that the destruction of Yun Miao Heavenly Court is related to the Demon Gate?
Once this thought emerged, it spread through his mind like wildfire, impossible to ignore. He attempted to suppress the Evil Aura within him using his spiritual power, but found that this force seemed to possess its own will. Instead of being subdued, it rampaged through his body, bringing waves of bone-chilling cold and chaotic fluctuations of spiritual energy.
Chen Moxuan's expression darkened as he realized he might have inadvertently attracted a tremendous trouble. "Tiger Brother, it seems we have really encountered a big problem this time," he said solemnly, determination and resolution evident in his gaze.
However, no matter what you are, if you have entered my body, you must abide by my rules.
Tiger Brother anxiously paced nearby, his massive form trembling involuntarily from tension. His powerful eyes were filled with worry. The entity before them was completely different from any opponent they had faced before, which was the main reason for his concern.
Moreover, Tiger Brother considered himself skilled only in using brute force to suppress opponents and relying on mental pressure to intimidate spirits. He had decent control over elemental forces within their realm but knew little about matters concerning the soul.
Seeing Chen Moxuan closing his eyes in concentration, communicating with the unknown presence within him, Tiger Brother could only fret anxiously without being able to offer any help. Meanwhile, Chen Moxuan stood as a battlefield against Yan Bing.
"Hmph, a mere practitioner at the Fetal Stage dares to attempt to imprison me, a demon of the Yan Clan? What a joke!"
Yan Bing's voice echoed in Chen Moxuan's mind, laced with disdain and fury, as if a sensitive nerve had been struck. Chen Moxuan curled his lips into a cold smile, his eyes glinting with mockery. "Oh? The Slaughter Demon Vice Sect Master? That sounds quite impressive. But in my eyes, you're nothing more than a pitiful creature lured into my trap."
"After tens of thousands of years of cultivation, you can't even handle someone like me, a junior? Truly, you're regressing with age."
At these words, Yan Bing's expression changed drastically. A flicker of disbelief and humiliation flashed in his ethereal crimson eyes as he roared, "You little brat! How dare you insult me like this! I, Yan Bing, have roamed the demon realm—when have I ever endured such humiliation?"
"Roamed the demon realm? And what about now?" Chen Moxuan replied sarcastically, his demeanor growing increasingly calm. "Within my body, you are nothing but a prisoner. If you don't want to be trapped here forever, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."
Yan Bing's expression turned complex in an instant—there was both reluctance and helplessness. He fell silent for a moment but ultimately could not find the words to speak. The defiant will within him seemed to waver at that moment, yet he still held on stubbornly.
"Hmph, since you won't speak, then so be it." Chen Moxuan's tone became indifferent, but a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes. "I have lived for over ten thousand years and have never feared anything. You, demon, can just stay inside me for now. I want to see whether I will survive or if you will continue to be imprisoned."
"But I believe I can outlast your soul's destruction! Hehehe."
Chen Moxuan laughed like a villain, seemingly intent on withdrawing his consciousness from his body.
Upon hearing this, Yan Bing grew anxious because Chen Moxuan felt as if he were basking beside eternal ice. Clearly, Yan Bing was getting desperate.
He had never imagined that one day he would be trapped within the body of a mere Fetal Stage practitioner, reduced to being his prisoner. This feeling was a thousand times worse than any torture.
"No! I cannot be trapped like this! I still have unfinished business; how can I fall here?"
Yan Bing roared within his heart, the fury and unwillingness causing his soul to tremble violently.
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