The God and Demon Cauldron fell silent within the contamination. A single point of dark gold gleamed in the belly of the cauldron, like a solitary eye gazing out from a prison.
Lin Moyu stood before the cauldron. The Armor of Ten Thousand Prisons covered his body, as dark and deep as an abyss. The armor’s surface was devoid of light; the crimson scales had congealed into Pitch-Black Flame Marrow Scales, and the ice membranes had turned to dead, silent Mystic Ice Marrow Membrane. Deep within the core of the spine beam, a tiny point of pure dark-gold radiance remained eternally motionless. Turbid Fire circulated within the armor, as cold as a ten-thousand-year frozen river.
He raised his hand. His palm of Foul Soil pressed against the cold body of the cauldron.
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