"Xiangxiang!"
"No!"
"Xiangxiang!"
Grief-stricken cries rose one after another from the immortal herbs.
But Mo Yuan gave them no time to react. Decay power remained tightly wound around them, leaving them afraid to make any rash moves. All they could do was cry out.
The octagonal mysterious ice grass, however, said nothing. She merely curled her leaves inward, looking as though she had suddenly wilted.
Under the effects of decay power, the aromatic silk beauty's body began to crumble continuously, until it finally turned into powder-like particles that scattered on the wind.
With a thought, Mo Yuan used the Abyss Flower to lift something resembling a purple gemstone from the pile of remains.
Just as the infernal delicate apricot could produce blazing resin, an essence containing most of its original effects, this gemstone-like object likewise held over ninety percent of that aromatic silk beauty's power.
At the same time, under Mo Yuan's deliberate control, a tiny seed was also lifted by his soul power and floated into his hand.
This was the aromatic silk beauty's seed. As long as it was planted again, he believed the power of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well would allow a new specimen to grow before long.
Unfortunately, this newly grown aromatic silk beauty would not possess the same ability to ward off all poisons as the other aromatic silk beauty. As for whether that one had left any seeds behind when it died, he did not know either. He could only ask these immortal herbs later.
Mo Yuan shook his head and stopped dwelling on it. Instead, he tossed the aromatic silk beauty's seed back into its original spot, thoughtfully using the Abyss Flower's genesis power to help it germinate.
Once he had finished, Mo Yuan hefted Kira's Heart in his hand,