Slowly, Lang Liao's enormous body began to shrink. His skin shriveled, and his flesh contracted.
After several dozen breaths, his body had actually shrunk to half its original size!
"Please accept it. I hope you uphold our agreement. I... can't hold on any longer. We will meet again outside the Ancient Realm Core." Lang Liao opened his mouth and spat out a heart. Closing his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.
The wolf heart beat in midair, inhaling and exhaling a vast quantity of heaven-and-earth primordial energy.
It was crimson, with blood vessels bulging across its surface as faint Moon Essence rose and fell.
Its heartbeat did not seem loud, but anyone who drew close could hear it. Every beat was like a star exploding.
This heart seemed to be a world unto itself, its blood the living creatures within that world.
"Not bad. It truly is a Power Heart."
Fang Yun nodded. He released Sacred Power to wrap around it, then waved the Imperial God Tree, only to discover that the heart remained where it was, utterly unmoved.
"So that's how it is. It cannot be stored in a storage space."
As if he harbored no suspicion, Fang Yun directly took it into the Literary World.
Then Fang Yun beckoned. The Void split open, and a great number of Sin Turtle Prison Chariots dragged back the shattered small half of Lang Liao's remains.
The densely packed Sin Turtle Chains withdrew, and that small half of the remains immediately fused into Lang Liao's main body.
Lang Liao's main body swiftly became whole, but having lost more than half his strength, he was still far thinner than before.
"I will naturally take you out of the Ancient Realm Core."
As Fang Yun spoke, he opened his mouth. The True Dragon