Watching with his own eyes as Patriarch Mo Teng and that golden-armored puppet were assimilated by the Black Lotus, Mo Yin froze where he stood.
He knew the Abyssal Ruins Black Lotus was terrifying. Hui Jiuming had used it to frighten him countless times, saying that this thing could devour all things and assimilate everything.
But hearing about it was one thing; witnessing it firsthand was entirely another.
A Spirit Transformation patriarch and a Mechanism Puppet comparable to an Immortal Sect's supreme weapon had not even the slightest room to struggle before the Black Lotus. It was simply unbelievable.
Hui Jiuming's voice rang out in his Sea of Consciousness, still hoarse, yet carrying a trace of excitement that was harder than usual to conceal. "What are you standing around for? Isn't this exactly the result you wanted?"
Mo Yin shuddered. He could tell something was off in Hui Jiuming's tone. This old monster had spent a hundred years with him and had never spoken with such excitement.
Hadn't it always been scared half to death of the Black Lotus?
But opportunity vanished in the blink of an eye. The Divine Sense surveillance deep within the ancestral grounds had completely collapsed with Mo Teng's death, while more than half of the restrictions that had once been layered upon layer were erased by the Black Lotus's assimilation.
This was his only chance. Thus, he did not dwell on what Hui Jiuming was so excited about. Instead, he ruthlessly suppressed the doubts in his heart and, under the cover of Hui Jiuming's demon power, began sneaking into the depths of the ancestral grounds.
Along the way, everything had been assimilated by the Black Lotus.
He occasionally saw Mo Clan disciples fleeing in panic, but not a single one noticed Mo Yin.
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