"It is indeed rare for two people who have cultivated a Space Law Dao Seed to appear at once. The spatial treasures in your hands are no trifling things either. But I have been planning for this day for countless years; it is not something your spur-of-the-moment efforts can easily shake." The Puppet Emperor's blurry figure shook its head.
He reached out and grabbed at the void. Then, from the depths of that space containing countless Nine Nether Weak Water, a faint tremor spread out.
Lu Xiaotian and the Witch Emperor's expressions changed at the same time. They sensed an aura condensed to the absolute extreme, as though countless streams of Nine Nether Weak Water had been refined into a single point. That heavy, netherly, devouring aura gave them both a dreadful sense of threat. It seemed that even the Great Dao patterns wielded by the Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons could not shake it.
In the blink of an eye, a crystalline round droplet of bluish-black water flew into the Puppet Emperor's hand. "This is the Weak Water Heart. It is said to be a heavenly treasure nurtured over long ages within the endless Nine Nether Weak Water. Some also say that this object does not belong to any of the major realms, but comes from an even more mysterious place."
The Puppet Emperor studied the Weak Water Heart with an appreciative yet faintly regretful gaze. "Its power far exceeds anything you or I can imagine. Even I cannot fully bring it into play. But so long as I can wield even a portion of its abilities, it will be enough to erode everything."
As he spoke, the Puppet Emperor blew a breath at the droplet. A thin bluish mist then drifted from within it toward the Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons.
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