"What do you mean?" Ye Tian hurriedly asked upon hearing this.
"Split open the Illusion Cloud Fox's head. Under normal circumstances, there should be something like a finger-sized crystal at its brow, in front of its brain," Qin Zhen said.
"I'll take a look." Ye Tian nodded.
However, Ye Tian did not immediately do as instructed. Instead, he first gently patted the slightly illusory enormous head of the Northern Darkness Flood Dragon beneath him.
"Thank you," Ye Tian said to the Northern Darkness Flood Dragon.
The Northern Darkness Flood Dragon blinked its huge eyes. Its body gradually became even more illusory and transparent while shrinking in size. Once it had shrunk to a certain extent, it turned into a streak of light and flew into Ye Tian's brow.
Within Ye Tian's empty sea of consciousness, a miniature Northern Darkness Flood Dragon appeared. Somewhat exhausted, it closed its eyes, coiled its body, and quietly began to rest.
Strictly speaking, the Beast Spirit was fundamentally a part of Ye Tian himself. Keeping it outside his sea of consciousness required a continual expenditure of Ye Tian's power.
Of course, after an intense battle, the Beast Spirit itself would also grow tired.
In short, the length of time a Beast Spirit could endure, as well as the strength it possessed, primarily depended on its master's cultivation.
After recalling the Northern Darkness Flood Dragon, Ye Tian finally turned toward the Illusion Cloud Fox with ease.
He lightly wiped a finger across the Illusion Cloud Fox's brow, and a straight bloody gash appeared. Its snow-white fur peeled back on both sides, exposing flesh and blood.
After cutting through the flesh again, Ye Tian indeed saw a blood-red crystal about the size of a thumb amid the intertwined blood vessels.
Ye Tian removed it, wiped away the