By the time the Dragon King withdrew his finger, a fine sheen of sweat had already seeped onto Lin Shisan's forehead.
"The pact is sealed. The karmic bond is formed."
"If you keep your promise and look after Yun'er, the karmic fire will sleep forever. If you violate this karmic bond, it will awaken in an instant."
"Remember, what this flame burns is not your flesh, but your divine sense."
"The flesh can heal. But if your divine sense burns, your soul will scatter, never again to enter the cycle of reincarnation."
The Dragon King's voice fell softly.
Lin Shisan said nothing more.
Since the karmic bond had already been planted, even one more word would have been superfluous.
Zi Yuner still stood quietly to one side.
She did not approach. She simply stood there, but her fingers unconsciously tightened around the edge of her sleeve, her knuckles clenching slightly.
The Dragon King's gaze passed over Lin Shisan and settled on Little Stone.
Little Stone was hiding behind Bai Youyou, peeking out with half his head as he timidly watched the tall, imposing man with purple hair and purple eyes before him.
His eyes held a child's particular curiosity and fear, and his little hand clutched the hem of Bai Youyou's clothes.
The Purple Sky Dragon King watched Little Stone for several breaths, then opened his right hand. A ball of gentle golden light slowly appeared.
Like a miniature sun, it radiated a warm, pure aura.
The entire hall instantly grew a little brighter.
Even the ancient reliefs on the walls seemed to awaken, shifting faintly in the golden light.
The Purple Sky Dragon Pearl.
Passed down for ten thousand years, it held the entire fortune of the Dragon Clan.
It was the symbol of supreme authority in the Purple