Proving the Dao in a Dream, Scheming Against Cultivators from the Start 1170. Chapter 1170: Chapter 1168: Nothing but a Lone Shadow Mirroring a Startled Swan 1

Chapter 1170: Chapter 1168: Nothing but a Lone Shadow Mirroring a Startled Swan 1

Chapter 1170: Nothing but a Lone Shadow Mirroring a Startled Swan 1 (1/3)

Dream Dao Attainment, Opening Scheme Against Cultivators

Dream-Making Expert

Amidst the mocking laughter of the Thirteen Supremes.

Within the Dream Abyss.

Two beautiful figures suddenly surfaced.

One was naturally Little Qingxue, who had died back then but had been revived through every possible means by Lin Qi — no, rather, by the Peerless Young Master.

The other was Qingkong's Primordial Spirit, coiling around Little Qingxue like a spectral shade.

The two figures appeared, seemingly about to break free from the Dream Abyss and awaken, escaping the control of the Thirteen Supremes, flying toward Lin Qi.

But in the next instant.

The two figures plummeted instantly, speeding like light toward the deeper reaches of the Dream Abyss.

The true bodies of the Thirteen Supremes swelled explosively, standing within the Dream Abyss like thirteen impassable chasms.

They spoke no more, only gazing down at Lin Qi with cold indifference.

Their meaning was laid bare.

If he wished to rescue Little Qingxue or Qingkong's Primordial Spirit.

Then he would have to step over their true bodies.

"Why bother."

"You already have Little Qingxue, and that is enough."

"Why must you insist on keeping Qingkong's Primordial Spirit as well."

"I merely owe her a dream, nothing more."

"You don't truly believe you can threaten me with Qingkong's Primordial Spirit, do you?"

Lin Qi sighed as he spoke.

Weighing the pros and cons.

Unwilling to start a war with these final Thirteen Supremes ahead of time.

Because time was precious.

He still had many things to complete and arrange before the Eighth Commandment: the descent of the Heavenly Dao.

"Speak."

"What will it take for all of you to return Qingkong's Primordial Spirit to me?"

"Haha."

Among the Supremes, a voice of great laughter rang out.

Carrying undisguised glee, the tone ice-cold.

"Lin Qi."

"It is time you tasted what it feels like to lose something."

"You want us to return this woman's Primordial Spirit to you?"

"Hmph, if you have the ability, then come take it yourself!"

"Otherwise, scram!"

Lin Qi did not fly into a rage. He murmured to himself.

Actually, it's not just me who is unwilling to go to war with you at this moment. You are equally unwilling to go to war with me now.

So even if I turn and leave right now.

You still wouldn't truly harm Qingkong's Primordial Spirit.

Because you are still fantasizing about using her to threaten me when the true war between us begins.

Even if there is only the faintest chance of making me hesitate.

That could well be the key to your victory in the final battle.

So actually, I should turn and leave.

Hearing Lin Qi's murmuring, the true bodies of the Thirteen Supremes all snorted coldly in unison, but did not refute.

Because what Lin Qi said was the most rational weighing of pros and cons.