But now, Ling Yun had foolishly left the spiritual space, wasn't this the perfect time for it? If it didn't grab hold of it, it would be too ungrateful, and would be ungrateful to Ling Yun.
Looking at the spiritual space that was like the real world and that vast ocean of spiritual energy, the Phantom Nightmare was overjoyed.
If such a massive amount of Mental Energy was completely devoured by it, it would be easy for it to break through its current state.
Right now, the most important thing for it to do was for Ling Yun to not detect it entering his spiritual space s, and to seal the spiritual space's barrier before he can do so. Only by doing so would it have the absolute certainty of success, and obtain its flesh at the minimum cost.
It was obvious that the current Phantom Nightmare considered everything about the spiritual space to be its own. Even a strand of its mental energy was not willing to be consumed.
Not to mention the moment Ling Yun sneaked in, he would have to use this spiritual force ocean to fight against it. That way, there wouldn't be much left of this ocean of spiritual force after the battle.
The purple fog-shaped Phantom Nightmare rolled, and from this, one could see the excitement in its heart. After a long while, wisps of purple fog floated out, and all of them were pure and vigorous spirit energy.
When Ling Yun, who had merged into the space, saw this scene, his eyes could not help but burn with passion, but he did not dare reveal it in the slightest, and did his utmost to hide his own Qi, so as to not be discovered by the Phantom Nightmare. Otherwise, if it was scared and allowed to escape, it would be extremely difficult to catch it.
This Phantom Nightmare's ability was something that even Sovereign Pagoda valued greatly, and he needed to obtain it no matter what.
According to what it said, the Sovereign Pagoda that truly recovered was the strongest artifact of Dao in this entire Primal Chaos Universe.
Even throughout the ages, it was still one of the top three existences. Generations of masters were the strongest existences in this chaotic universe. How could someone like it be an ordinary existence?
Seeing that the Phantom Nightmare had treated his spiritual space as its home and wanted to block its true master, him, from entering and taking over the Qilin's nest, and had seen all of this with his own eyes, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a sense of not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
However, they had no choice but to see the arrangement of the Phantom Nightmare.
The purple qi floated out one by one, its main body, the purple smoke, became thinner and dimmer, the aura it gave off became weaker, and it looked weaker.
Ling Yun's heart was moved. He wanted to take advantage of its weakness to kill it in one strike.
But in the end, he still held back his impulse, because now was not the best time. He did not have the confidence to kill him in one strike and leave the Phantom Nightmare behind.
Strands of purple qi floated out and turned into a set of giant net, sealing off the entire space and turning it into something like a cage.
This was the way Phantom Nightmare did things. Seal off the spiritual space, completely cut off the connection between the spiritual space and Ling Yun's spiritual body, and made it impossible for him to enter.
Furthermore, it could take advantage of this period of time to refine this vast amount of Spirit power, raise its cultivation, and at the same time control this spiritual space.
At that time, it would not be too late to let Ling Yun in. It believed that the spiritual body that could easily suppress Ling Yun would erase his consciousness and mark.
In this way, this body would become ownerless, allowing it to completely occupy the body and become a furnace that could constantly nurture its growth.
It was a pity that the imagination was beautiful. Reality was always the bone. Normally, things would develop in the opposite direction. This time, it was no exception.
Confining the spiritual space, even if you couldn't enter, you couldn't leave.