Following Old Yao's gaze.
Zheng Qing also noticed the dust drifting through the air.
He frowned.
He was considering whether to use 'Enduring Wind and Haze' to sweep away the dust.
When Old Yao's unhurried voice sounded beside his ear again.
"—Do you still remember the explanation of 'demons' in Introduction to Mysticism?"
Clamping his pipe between his teeth, he made the wand in his hand tremble at an extremely high frequency. While maintaining the 'Reinhardt Aura,' he still had the leisure to lecture the green-robed wizard. "...The word 'demon' comes from Greek and means 'a spirit of nature'... Voldemort, who was previously devoured by Slytherin, has undoubtedly acquired several traits of a true 'demon' after merging with the basilisk and the power of heavenly tribulation. And a 'spirit of nature' does not simply dissipate on its own."
His voice was soft, yet it clearly pierced through the roar of energy.
The moment his words fell.
They immediately stirred some will lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.
Whoosh—
The dust Slytherin had left behind rose without wind. Ash scattered everywhere, carrying an ancient aura and the stench of snakes, was drawn frantically toward the center as if by an invisible magnet.
In the blink of an eye, an "egg" roughly the size of a human head, dull gray and covered in strange scale-like patterns, floated at the center of the 'Reinhardt Aura.'
Even more chilling, the thread of magic power hanging from the Eye of Heavenly Tribulation and connecting to Slytherin had silently reappeared at some point. It wrapped itself precisely around this newborn "egg" once again, like an umbilical cord, continuously injecting the deep, vast magic power of the Tribulation Cloud into it!
Through the translucent eggshell, which looked fragile enough for an infant's finger to poke