Outside, just as Meng Zhao swallowed Dark Meng Zhao whole within his Sea of Consciousness.
The evil weapon that had taken the form of an Evil Dragon suddenly shuddered, as though it had suffered a violent blow, and went rigid for an instant.
Then, the evil weapon tried to break free from Meng Zhao.
After all, it had used its own Purple Origin Dragon Blood and the hidden flaws in Meng Zhao's body and soul to engage him in a clash of consciousness and spirit.
Now that it had been utterly defeated, fleeing was only natural if it wished to avoid being subdued by Meng Zhao.
Nor was the evil weapon merely an inanimate object. It had been forged from the most yin, ferocious, and evil energies between heaven and earth. Just as divine weapons possessed spirits, evil weapons had minds as well. It could weigh gains and losses, and possessed instincts for survival and freedom.
Yet at the very moment the evil weapon tried to flee, vast swathes of soft-looking, fair-white silken threads suddenly emerged from Meng Zhao's skin. They were incredibly tough and highly spiritual, forcibly catching the evil weapon and preventing it from escaping Meng Zhao's body.
In just a few breaths, the silken threads growing from Meng Zhao's skin continually intertwined and spread, wrapping Meng Zhao and the evil weapon together into a huge, snow-white silkworm cocoon.
It was oval in shape, resembling some enormous living creature that expanded and contracted from time to time like human breathing, presenting an exceedingly bizarre sight in the depths of the valley.
"This?"
Xiang Qing, Si Peng, and the others on the ritual platform widened their eyes, utterly unable to believe such a change had occurred. At the very least, they had never imagined that Meng Zhao would bind