Before long, Mo Luo appeared within Fire Qilin's cultivation grounds.
Despite Fire Qilin's peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, he had not sensed the slightest sign that another figure had entered his secluded cultivation site.
At that moment, Mo Luo stared at Fire Qilin, who remained immersed in cultivation. The corners of his mouth slowly curled upward, and an exceedingly sinister smile gradually surfaced.
He knew this was not a place to linger. To avoid any unforeseen complications, Mo Luo did not hesitate to take out a pitch-black bead that radiated waves of strange aura.
"Tut, tut, tut..." Mo Luo murmured softly, a cunning and cruel glint flashing in his eyes. "You really got lucky, didn't you? The Demon Ancestor prepared this for your Qilin Clan a long time ago. Enjoy it properly!"
Before his words had even faded, Mo Luo flicked his arm and, without the slightest hesitation, shot the black bead directly into Fire Qilin's body.
In an instant, the black bead melted into Fire Qilin's body like a drop of ink falling into clear water.
And just after the black bead entered Fire Qilin's body—
A faint, intermittent trace of black demonic qi suddenly rose from Fire Qilin's surface. Like a maggot clinging to bone, it coiled tightly around him before vanishing without a trace the next moment.
At that moment, Fire Qilin, whose eyes had been tightly shut, abruptly opened them as though roused by an invisible force.
His eyes were a terrifying crimson, and the chill they revealed was like eternal ice, filled with lifeless stillness.
A single glance was enough to make one's Primordial Spirit tremble.
Seeing this, Mo Luo nodded in satisfaction. Then his figure shifted slightly and silently vanished from the spot like a ghost, as though he had never been there