What terrified him most was that the Dragon Body had already formed. By rights, Xu Xian, its core, should long since have been utterly drained and killed by the formation's ruthless extraction.
He was not like that little snake demon, who had been forcibly rescued during the ritual.
This old snake demon had endured the entire process, from the False Dragon's initial coalescence to its final formation.
Yet although Xu Xian now looked weak and powerless, with only his eyes still capable of the slightest movement, he was not dead!
Through Liang Quan's divine soul perception, Xu Xian's life origin had actually suffered no damage whatsoever!
His current half-dead, feeble state was merely the result of the Grand Formation draining his physical and mental energy.
This was absolutely impossible!
When the False Dragon Grand Formation extracted its nourishment, it should have drained every last trace of his demonic power's source, leaving nothing of his cultivation, essence blood, or vitality.
Once he entered this formation, he should have become nourishment for the Dragon Body, a sacrifice. Why would it spare his life?
This completely overturned Liang Quan's understanding of the Dragon-Creation Grand Formation!
Seizing the moment when Xu Xian's influence made the False Dragon freeze again, Cui Jiuyang had hurried to Xu Xian's side.
After the False Dragon took shape, it had greedily drained even the vitality of the thousand-year-old giant cypress serving as the formation's eye.
The giant cypress, once lush and thick with foliage, now had leaves that were yellowing and withering. Although cypresses were renowned for their tenacious vitality, the heaven-defying False Dragon Grand Formation had still forcibly drained it into a lifeless, dead tree.
Yellowed leaves fell onto the aged Xu Xian, lending the scene an indescribable desolation.
Taking advantage of the brief pauses that Xu Xian