Lin Shisan crouched down, cradling the Little Black Cauldron in his palm.
The Seven-Colored Rosy Light at its mouth had already withdrawn, leaving only an exceedingly faint halo flowing over its body.
He glanced at the Purple Sky Dragon King on the stone platform. Those deep purple eyes were watching him too.
Weariness, a deathly pallor, and a trace of something he was unwilling to reveal readily.
Lin Shisan gave it no further thought. He sat cross-legged at the edge of the stone platform and set the Little Black Cauldron before his knees.
"Your Majesty, I need to touch your wrist."
"The extraction may cause some discomfort. Please bear with it for a moment."
The Purple Sky Dragon King nodded silently and extended his withered right wrist.
The instant their skin touched, Lin Shisan nearly gasped in shock.
Even through the skin, he could clearly sense the nearly congealed blood within the Purple Sky Dragon King.
Ashen death energy coiled around the tip of every meridian like countless lurking venomous snakes, spreading toward his heart.
This was no ordinary injury.
A restriction that continually devoured his vitality had been planted inside him.
Although Mo Jiao's True Body had been destroyed, the hidden means he had left inside the Dragon King were still operating, constantly gnawing away at the Purple Sky Dragon King's vitality.
"As expected..."
Lin Shisan murmured.
Kneeling on the other side of the stone platform, Zi Yuner abruptly raised her head at his words. "Young Master Lin, my father..."
"Mo Jiao planted a restriction inside the Dragon King, like a gu worm that had been reared for a long time. Though his True Body is dead, this restriction has already fused with the Dragon King's bloodline. Unless it's stripped away, it will keep devouring his vitality until His