The Detonator, Cui Ni (2)

Zhou Zhi, observing the overall situation, immediately turned his attention to Changsun Liangye.

The change in Changsun Liangye's expression clearly meant something had gone wrong with the sealing of the Imperial Crown.

With the unique Plague Extermination Art [Alaya Consciousness], which could draw spiritual power from the earth, the special ability [Balance of All Things], and the Whirlpool Bloodline he had gathered within himself, the Imperial Medical Bureau estimated that after being worn down by two Above Human Dragon, the chance of sealing the Imperial Crown exceeded eighty percent.

In truth, that was already a very high probability.

Fang Tianzhao had mobilized the machinery of the state, treating Hua Tianqiu and Tu Luming as pieces on the board for this very moment.

"Why... can't I use spiritual power?"

Changsun Liangye's eyes flickered.

No...

It wasn't that he couldn't use it.

It was that...

He didn't want to use it!

Changsun Liangye felt it. He had inexplicably begun to loathe using spiritual power. It was a hatred born of bodily instinct, while an unease that surged wildly like wheat stalks spread amid the flourishing Plague Extermination Arts powered by countless streams of spiritual energy.

"It's... the Plague Extermination Art!"

Changsun Liangye murmured, "Dopamine? [Cui Ni]!!!"

Somewhere.

Cui Ni held out both hands before him, flat and level.

Countless twisted sigils covered the pads of his slender, pale fingers, shrouded in a hazy gray. One glance was enough to make one feel intoxicated, as though they might sink into it.

"Hehe."

Cui Ni smiled sickeningly. "Within [Fallen], there are also the properties of [Whirlpool]."

Hua Qianqiu had long ago told him why Fang Tianzhao had Chaolue invite a descendant of the Changsun Family.

Though that old turtle had mentioned it casually at the time, Cui Ni knew it had been deliberate.

But...