At the bottom of the sea of clouds, Yuan Hongying was immersed before the Void-Slaying Light. Though his eyes were tightly shut, his face was brimming with delight.
Within the illusion, he had already branded his Soul Imprint into the core of the Void-Slaying Light's newly born intelligence and had begun to lay claim to the wisp of innate aura within it.
All of it filled Yuan Hongying with the urge to throw back his head and laugh. His luck was simply too good.
Fortune. Yuan Hongying's fortune was indeed anything but ordinary.
Suddenly, an aura that made Yuan Hongying's heart pound violently appeared at his side. Before he could react, the artifact spirit within the not-yet-fully-recovered Acquired Spirit Treasure, the Dragon Soul Battle Armor, in his spirit palace let out an incomparably lofty Dragon Roar.
A dragon-shaped illusion abruptly sprang from Yuan Hongying's body, wrapping around him like armor and protecting him from head to toe.
At that very instant, an immense surge of Soul Power rushed into the Void-Slaying Light he was refining and controlling. The wisp of Soul Imprint he had left within the Void-Slaying Light, before that overwhelming Soul Power—
Vanished as swiftly as snow beneath scalding broth.
Yuan Hongying's soul shook violently!
Like a pebble dropped upon the surface of water, the illusion before his eyes was immediately shattered.
His mind abruptly tore itself free from everything before him. The instant he broke free, Yuan Hongying went blank.
Where was the newly born intelligence within the Void-Slaying Light?
Where was the wisp of innate aura contained within the Void-Slaying Light?
More importantly, he had felt that he had already refined roughly seventy percent of the Void-Slaying Light. Even if he could not take it into his body, he should have been able to restrain it