Self-Destruction and the Rusty Blade

"Hahaha, Sequence Three, did you really think I'd be so easily swallowed into your body?" Qiong Leng suddenly burst into laughter.

Xiao Meng's expression abruptly changed upon hearing that.

"The reason I so readily allowed you to swallow me was merely to find out how you refined my power, while also leaving a mark inside you for my pursuers. So even if you refine me today, you still cannot escape your fate of death. Sequence Three, just wait for the endless pursuit," Qiong Leng said with his head thrown back in laughter.

"Heh, do you think I was scared into growing up?" Xiao Meng's mouth twitched. He immediately used the Primordial Origin Flame to seal everything off, while True Essence surged to form a prison. He even sealed off the Heavenly Abode. He wanted to see how Qiong Leng intended to tell his true body what he had learned.

Even if they could communicate through their thoughts, they had to at least be in the same space. His Heavenly Abode was now like another sealed time-space. He refused to believe Qiong Leng could still communicate with his true body. Moreover, the Primordial Origin Flame could cut off all transmissions of thought. Qiong Leng's attempt to tell his true body what he knew was nothing more than a fool's dream.

As for that so-called pursuit mark, Xiao Meng cared even less. Qiong Leng was wrapped in the Primordial Origin Flame, so how could he possibly leave any mark behind? Even if he could, the Primordial Origin Flame would burn it clean away.

Yet in the next instant, Xiao Meng's expression changed, because he realized he had been tricked.

"System, help me, now!"

Seeing wave after wave of energy surge from Qiong Leng's body, Xiao Meng's scalp went numb and chills ran