Compared to before the Self-Imprisonment Cocoon, Meng Zhao had undergone no abrupt change in appearance or build. The strange sight of purple eyes and purple hair remained; he was still handsome and bright, like the radiant sun and moon.
Yet his temperament had indeed changed somewhat. Beyond his majesty, dominance, and forcefulness, there was now an added touch of inscrutable wickedness. Occasionally, streaks of black light flowed through his eyes, a sight that made people's hearts quake with terror and dread.
Seeing Meng Zhao break free from the cocoon, holding the evil weapon that had withstood Tian Lei's bombardment without damage, everyone on the ritual platform leaped down and hurried over to him in a stream. They saluted him and congratulated Meng Zhao on displaying his divine might and subduing the evil weapon.
There was no helping it. One had to face reality. If they had previously been intimidated by Meng Zhao's martial force and forced into his service, now they had seen him first shatter Commander Bai's Trump Card, then subdue the evil weapon. His Unrivaled Martial Arts and the secret arts of the Heavenly Silkworm Lineage promised a future without limits, and so they now felt a measure of genuine sincerity.
Faced with their flattery, Meng Zhao was clearly in high spirits. He told them to rise, while holding up the evil weapon and staring at it, his thoughts surging like waves for a long while without settling.
To be honest, the sudden Self-Imprisonment Cocoon of the Eclosion Worm within him, which had even wrapped the evil weapon into the silkworm cocoon, had greatly exceeded Meng Zhao's expectations. He had never imagined that the Eclosion Worm would stir at such a time.
He had not undergone a life-or-death crisis. By reason, even the Eclosion Worm should not have