Suppressing Shadow Elder

Blood dripped down without end. Though each drop should have been tiny, it fell into the lake like a meteorite, splashing up enormous sprays.

He was not afraid, only astonished.

It had merely been an attempt, yet he had never expected to actually seize the full moon.

It was not an injury. It was more like the instant he pierced the full moon—a bizarre bloodline inheritance.

In that brief instant, he felt an attractive force emerge at his fingertips, travel through his neural network and flood his entire body, before finally gathering in his brain, flowing into the Spirit World, and concentrating upon the Shadow Full Moon condensed from his spiritual power.

Ancient, obscure information exploded through his mind, forming scattered fragments of runes. The runes spread across the moon's surface, and in that brief instant, the Shadow Full Moon he had painstakingly condensed developed mottled cracks.

Yet Li Ziran felt no pain whatsoever. On the contrary, once those cracks appeared, he felt an inexplicable sense of fullness.

Cracked runes formed amid those fragments. Like when he had controlled the stones just now, the runes scattered into every shard. Threads of moonlight then emerged between the fragments, pulling those countless shards together and bursting forth with a strange force of attraction, forming a bizarre crescent shape covered in sharp edges.

It was not a pure crescent moon. More precisely, it looked more like shattered mirror fragments.

Puppet Mirror!

He could now clearly sense his spiritual power being shaped by the Puppet Mirror. Even more unbelievable was that the shard seemed to be slowly drilling through his palm and into his mind.

Shadow Elder froze as well.

He was more shocked than anyone, and he understood better than anyone what had just happened.

He had received the Puppet Mirror's inheritance, yet