Di Tian stood quietly beside the bed, looking down at Tang Wulin, who had fallen asleep.
Moonlight filtered through a gap in the curtains, casting hazy light and shadow across the boy's still-youthful face.
Yet Di Tian's gaze was unusually grave at that moment.
This gravity was not because he had developed pity and could not bear to act.
For the sake of his clan's grand plan, erasing the existence of a human boy would not stir much emotion in his heart.
What troubled him was that this matter seemed far less simple than he had anticipated.
At first, he had thought that extracting the power of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline from a human boy who was merely a One-Ring Soul Master would be effortless.
However, after conducting a careful investigation with his divine sense and Soul Power, he discovered that the situation was far from so simple.
That divine core, which contained the violent origin power of the Golden Dragon King, had actually fused deeply with the boy's flesh, meridians, and even the origin of his soul in a manner he had never seen before!
It was not simply residing within or attached to him. It was more like some kind of symbiosis.
Completely and thoroughly stripping it out would be far more difficult than expected.
However, Di Tian had never intended to spare the boy's life. Since he did not need to care whether the host lived or died, his methods could be more direct and violent.
With his hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation and profound understanding of Dragon Clan power, if he acted without restraint, he believed he could complete the task Lord had entrusted to him.
"Boy." Di Tian murmured coldly in his heart. "If you must blame someone, blame your poor fate