Chapter 124: The Moon Is Not as Good as Dust?
In truth, Mo Lin could not really be said to have avoided Jingyue’s question.
After all, at the most fundamental level, the reason it was able to see through Jingyue’s techniques was precisely because its soul strength was above Jingyue’s.
After devouring more than half of the Purple Crystal Dragon Ore, Mo Lin believed that its soul strength was no weaker than any beneath the Heaven Rank.
Although the Mountain Lord had long possessed the Purple Crystal Dragon Ore, it lacked the ability to directly devour and refine it as Mo Lin did. The ore it had consumed over the years was still less than what Mo Lin had swallowed in just a month. Naturally, its soul strength could not compare with Mo Lin’s.
Although Jingyue had cultivated his soul for many years, wanting to defeat Mo Lin—who was currently at an unprecedented peak—with a single soul technique was still exceedingly difficult.
Mo Lin swept its gaze across the dream. As for the direct reason it could see through Jingyue’s soul technique—Jingyue had overlooked a single detail.
It was precisely recalling that detail which allowed Mo Lin to remember everything in the ninth cycle of dreams within dreams.
That was—it had lost its “Devour” talent!
One must know, all of Mo Lin’s demonic techniques had come from the “Devour” talent.
Whether it was “Spatial Imprisonment,” “Lightning Orb,” or “Water Manipulation Technique,” all of them were the same.
Yet in the dream, Jingyue had mistaken these as Mo Lin’s own innate abilities. This caused Mo Lin, who was already faintly sensing something amiss, to finally realize the truth.
Without the “Devour” talent, it could not have come this far. Without that talent, even after obtaining the Earth Vein Yin Marrow, it would never have dared to risk its life in the Yongzhou Chamber of Commerce.
It could be said that although all other demonic techniques allowed it to reign for a time, the “Devour” talent was its true, core trump card.
Without this trump card, perhaps it really would have ended up like in the eight dreams within dreams painstakingly constructed by Jingyue—dead to the King Rat Snake, snake catchers, Bureau of Heaven Monitoring Taoists…
But that was only a hypothesis. The one who had survived until now was none other than Mo Lin.
Thus, when Mo Lin looked at Jingyue, its gaze was filled with confidence. Though this crisis was dangerous, had it not already seen through Jingyue’s tricks?
It believed that the victor this time would still be itself.
“！”
Jingyue saw the blazing light in Mo Lin’s eyes within the Dragon-Binding Net, causing him to furrow his brows unconsciously.
This Anaconda Demon…
Jingyue slowly spoke:
“Anaconda Demon, you don’t think that just because you’ve seen through this monk’s ‘Dual Dream’ that everything is already settled, do you?”
“Don’t forget, you are still within this monk’s dream. Though this monk’s dream is false, it can also be real.”
Mo Lin understood Jingyue’s meaning.
Simply put, as long as it died within Jingyue’s dream, then no matter how false the dream was, it was real.
“That will depend on whether you have the ability or not.”
With that said, Mo Lin immediately unleashed “Tide-Dragon Binding.”
Before it had awakened, Mo Lin naturally fell into Jingyue’s schemes. Without the “Devour” talent, it could not have comprehended “Tide-Dragon Binding.”
But now it had awakened. Whether the “Devour” talent or “Tide-Dragon Binding,” both could now be used as normal.
If it could escape from Dong Li and the Westerners’ Dragon-Binding Net once, then no matter how difficult, it had confidence it could break free from the seven in this dream.
However, when it bound the seven—including Jingyue—with “Tide-Dragon Binding,” the opportunity it hoped to seize, when their magic power would falter, never came!
The seven still firmly controlled the “Dragon-Binding Net,” leaving Mo Lin not the slightest chance to break free!
At this, Jingyue chuckled softly:
“Anaconda Demon, have you forgotten one thing? This is this monk’s battlefield.”
“Since you have already seen through the dream, then this monk need not waste soul power on minor details. So long as I focus on killing you, that is enough.”
“In reality, you saw through the Westerners’ Dragon-Binding Net, struck them all into a gap in their magic power, and thus escaped.”
“But in this monk’s dream, the entire world is constructed by this monk’s soul technique.”
“Since this world is constructed by this monk, how could you possibly seize a simultaneous gap in the power of seven people?”
Hearing this, Mo Lin suddenly understood.
Indeed.
This dream world was conjured by Jingyue’s soul technique. The seven people before it seemed independent, but in truth they were all merely parts of Jingyue’s soul.
Since they were all Jingyue’s soul, the imagined situation of the seven simultaneously faltering was naturally false.
No wonder Jingyue, even after seeing it awaken, showed no sign of panic.
He had confidence he could erase Mo Lin within his soul world.
However, Mo Lin merely chuckled softly, which caused the calm expression on Jingyue’s face to darken slightly:
“Anaconda Demon, what are you laughing at?”
Mo Lin shook its head:
“I laugh because, compared to Jingchen and Wuzhen, perhaps you are the easier one for me to deal with.”
Hearing Mo Lin’s words, Jingyue’s expression froze:
“Oh?”
Then, Jingyue sneered coldly:
“Ah, this monk understands. Anaconda Demon, you are trying to use psychological warfare to provoke this monk, to find my weakness, aren’t you?”
“Unfortunately, you’ve picked the wrong opponent. For this monk, the least frightening thing is psychological warfare. After all, falling into disadvantage from psychological warfare is, in the end, merely a sign of weak soul strength.”
Mo Lin looked at the sneering Jingyue and muttered inwardly:
But I think this psychological warfare seems to be working just fine—you seem rather agitated, don’t you?
Yet whether psychological warfare was effective or not, Mo Lin had never set out with that as its goal.
It was not deceiving Jingyue.
If placed in the same environment, under the same conditions as before, then Jingyue was indeed far more troublesome than Jingchen and the others. His strength was greater, his methods unavoidable, capable of killing without leaving a trace.
Perhaps even if Six Gates members watched Jingyue with their own eyes, they still might not realize someone could die within his dream.
By contrast, the illusions of Jingchen and Wuzhen were much cruder—more of a physical hallucination. Their constructed illusion worlds were rougher, easier for flaws to be spotted.
But as Mo Lin said, that was comparing them under equal conditions.
Unfortunately, Mo Lin was no longer the Mo Lin that had once faced Jingchen and Wuzhen.
Now it was not only a Middle Earth Rank, but had also consumed more than half a Purple Crystal Dragon Ore. Its soul strength had risen tremendously, even thicker than most Upper Earth Ranks.
Thus, Jingyue’s most threatening technique—his invisible, lethal strike—had already been unraveled by Mo Lin.
In a fully conscious state, Jingyue, who could only rely on soul techniques, truly posed less danger to Mo Lin than Jingchen.
For Jingchen’s illusions were physical hallucinations—though crude, they were precisely difficult for Mo Lin to counter, forcing it to endure with sheer strength.
But within Jingyue’s soul world, everything was a part of Jingyue’s soul. Whether it was the seven Earth Ranks or the Dragon-Binding Net, all were extensions of Jingyue’s soul.
And as it happened—souls were also something Mo Lin could “Devour”!!!