Xiang Yuan turned his gaze inward, searching every inch of his body. Even his sea of consciousness was turned upside down.
In the end, he confirmed one thing: the Celestial Emperor Dao Seed was elusive and intangible, formless and shapeless—unseen, untouchable, undetectable. Even after receiving an epic enhancement, it would not manifest as a physical object.
"You could at least turn into a mountain, a sun, or even a phantom of the Celestial Emperor. It'd be nice to have something to look at..."
Xiang Yuan muttered to himself. Xiang Yuan found nothing within, but gained something without.
The moment he took away the Celestial Emperor Dao Seed, the Demon Emperor became water without a source, a tree without roots. The formidable power that had fused him with the entire territory of the demon kingdom collapsed. That demonic dragon's true body, spanning heaven and earth, now seemed to have had its spine ripped out. Its scales fell away, its flesh withered and rotted, and it could no longer maintain its true form, only barely clinging to life beneath the suppression of the Thousand-Handed Great Buddha.
A candle flame in the wind!
This was not some card player locking his health bar and printing a card—it was genuine critical condition.
The Great Buddha had manifested from the Six-Character Mantra, a compassionate Buddhist art wielded by Xiang Yuan. Yet it showed the Demon Emperor not the slightest mercy. The Buddha's palm pierced the demonic dragon's chest like a Heavenly Blade. Five fingers clutched the still-struggling, still-beating black heart, forcibly tore apart the entwined blood vessels, and dragged it out of its body.
Splat—
Black blood erupted like a waterfall, and the demonic dragon let out a heart-rending wail.
The Great Buddha paid it no heed. Its movements did not pause in the slightest.