The reason the Lord of No Flame had been unable to sense his own true spirit was that it was now imprisoned.
The very instant the Demon God's avatar completely died, Grewu heard a rustling sound by his ear. Looking closely, he saw a great number of Green Patterns emerge around the blond figure.
These Green Patterns were like living little sprites, pulsing in a rhythmic cadence.
Although Grewu did not know what these Green Patterns meant, that did not hinder his yearning and reverence for them.
The Green Patterns contained strange transformations of laws. After appearing, they were like dancing notes on a musical score, joining together into a band of light that gave off a faint green glow.
The band of light transformed into a chain of green radiance. With a flash, it bound the enormous black shadow—the Demon God's true spirit—that was stirring restlessly.
From afar, it looked like a gigantic, insubstantial black mountain wrapped layer upon layer in chains of green light.
Even the cold eye at the center of the black shadow was obscured and bound by tiny Green Patterns.
This binding not only restricted the range of the Demon God's true spirit, but also severed every channel of energy from the outside world. This meant that the Lord of No Flame in the Bottomless Abyss could no longer recall his true spirit.
After finishing all this, Grewu saw the blond figure suddenly walk step by step toward the "black mountain."
His steps were slow and elegant, as though he were strolling idly through a courtyard.
Yet Grewu and Bobota felt their hearts tremble with fear. They had vaguely sensed the blond figure's intention... At the thought of it, aside from terror, they also felt the excitement of perhaps witnessing history.
When the blond figure