Effectiveness of Purple Light

Holding that soft clump of purple light, Mo Ling felt as if he were grasping a ball of cotton candy—sticky and weightless, as though it had no mass at all.

Although he had found where the purple light was, he was still puzzled. In the memories he had seen within the bones, the purple seemed to have turned into a sword. Why was it in this form now?

Mo Ling slowly held the clump of purple light before the Joyful One and discovered that it was actually attaching itself to the Joyful One on its own.

"Then why won't it attach itself to me?"

Mo Ling tried moving the purple light closer to himself and found that it truly did not react at all, remaining quietly in his hand.

"Is it because of me?"

Seeing that the purple light had no effect, Mo Ling tried placing it on other parts of his body. Yet even when he put it on his back, it still would not attach itself.

Only when he placed it on his head was there the slightest bit of pulling force.

Mo Ling wanted to know what the purple light's attachment did, so he brought the clump in his hand before him.

The soft cotton candy pounced onto his cube head, wrapping itself around it.

"Seems like it doesn't do anything either."

Only then did Mo Ling belatedly realize that the purple light was not attaching itself to him, but to Little Purple atop his head.

And once it attached itself, it seemed to fuse completely within, impossible to find again.

"Where did it go?"

As Mo Ling was still wondering, he suddenly felt the pressure on his head ease.

The tightly wrapped purple gauze mesh actually detached from his head and floated off to the side.