No matter how powerful an origin was, it was only good if it was useful to him. Otherwise, he would have sacrificed the Fire Spirit, the Ice Spirit, and that powerful three-colored lightning tribulation for nothing.
If this origin's abilities proved inadequate, he would have suffered a terrible loss. Wenlong focused his mind inward and tried to communicate with it.
Who would have thought the origin would ignore him completely, continuing to circle about at its leisure?
This was awkward. You forced your way into my dantian, and I put up with it.
You even devoured my three treasures, and I put up with that too. Now you're ignoring me? Isn't that utterly unreasonable?
Unable to communicate with the origin, Wenlong was at a complete loss, unsure what to do.
After a long while, he grew angry too. Isn't this bullying? I lost three treasures. I can't just let this slide.
His mental power immediately sealed off his dantian. He could not let the origin escape. Otherwise, he really would have suffered a tremendous loss.
At the same time, he deployed a magic formation he had never used before inside his dantian.
This trapped the origin firmly within his dantian, and the formation continued to contract. Wenlong was also afraid the origin would rebel inside him.
If it destroyed his dantian, he would be finished. Yet the very thing he feared came to pass.
Seeing a magic formation trying to imprison it, the origin immediately began charging wildly in every direction, leaving Wenlong in unbearable agony.
How could a place as fragile as his dantian withstand the origin's impacts? Before long, it was riddled with holes.
Wenlong collapsed limply to the ground. Unable even to let out a wail, he lost consciousness.
Sinking into darkness, Wenlong thought, *This is it.