Zhou Xuan nodded.
"A fragment of Immortal Court law."
"Back then, people from the Immortal Court came to suppress it. They all died, but before their deaths, they drove a high-rank law into its Poison Sac."
Silence filled the Stone Chamber.
Ji Chen stared at the fragment, growing more alarmed the longer he looked. He finally understood why this Ancient Demon had never left the Immortal-Fall Swamp in thirty thousand years, and why the Poison Miasma throughout the swamp changed direction every four hours, as regularly as clockwork.
"It's been fighting that law..." Ji Chen murmured. "For thirty thousand years."
"It can't win, and it can't die."
Zhou Xuan watched the Water Mirror with his hands behind his back.
"The law fragment is nailed to its Poison Sac. Every time it uses its poison power, that power has to pass through the law's grinding assault first. It's essentially poisoning itself. Half its body has rotted like that and still hasn't grown back after thirty thousand years. What did you think caused it?"
"That law has been slowly grinding it away, day after day."
Old Ancestor Cangwu sucked in a cold breath.
An Ancient Demon at the peak of the longevity realm, perhaps even on the threshold of the supreme grade, had been pinned in the swamp by a law fragment for thirty thousand years. It could not leave or fight at full strength. Every breath was torment.
"So that breath of poison that dissolved the Black Iron Shield just now was already its limit?" Ji Chen asked.
"Not just its limit." Zhou Xuan's gaze swept over the Ancient Demon's cloudy white eyes again. "Look at its eyes. The law scrambled its divine soul long ago. It's half-mad. It's attacking you now on thirty thousand years of instinct, banking on you