Wang Daoyuan did not stop just because the Dragon-locking Vine had withered. The three flaming azure dragons continued to drain its life force.
After several dozen breaths, the Dragon-locking Vine no longer even had the strength to curl itself tightly into a ball.
After all, it was merely a spirit plant. It had yet to develop intelligence and relied entirely on instinct to fight its enemies.
It could handle ordinary methods well enough, but when faced with stranger methods, it could only let others carve it up like fish on a chopping block.
Several dozen breaths later, the Dragon-locking Vine's many tendrils had all burned away, leaving behind only its root.
Wang Daoyuan swept the surroundings with his divine sense to see whether there were any other Dragon-locking Vines.
On the other side of the volcano, he discovered several more Dragon-locking Vines.
These vines were all rather small, each having grown only a single tendril over three feet long and as thick as a finger.
They looked no different from that enormous Dragon-locking Vine, except their color was somewhat duller.
These Dragon-locking Vines were also of lower grade, currently only third-order high-grade.
They appeared to have sprouted not long ago.
There could not have been a better time to transplant such Dragon-locking Vines.
After moving all these Dragon-locking Vines into the Spirit Pearl Space, he temporarily left behind the one that had been reduced to a root.
Its roots had already burrowed deep underground. Completely dealing with it would take a great deal of time.
He might as well let it remain here. It could serve as this secret realm's guardian.
Having dealt with the Dragon-locking Vine, Wang Daoyuan arrived outside the volcano crater.
More than a thousand zhang below lay a lake of lava.
The fire spiritual power within