Somewhere within the pure white space inside the ancient tree, the spiritual energy suddenly condensed into frost. The old man's hunched figure was half-concealed in the flowing mist, his withered, branch-like fingers gently parting the spatial folds before him. His amber pupils reflected Ling Xiao's figure, every gaze wrapping around the young man like tangible chains.
"I underestimated this son of the Golden Dragon after all..." A sound like sandpaper rubbing together rattled from the old man's throat, and a sickly flush appeared on his wrinkled face. He saw the three-colored energy circulating within Ling Xiao's body: the human spiritual energy surged through his meridians in a cyan-jade hue, the demonic energy wound around his bones like purple serpents, and a dark golden five-clawed baby dragon was entrenched right where his heart lay. These three forces, which ought to have mutually repelled one another, achieved a delicate balance under the mediation of some ancient pact.
When the Heaven-Incinerating Demonic Monarch's warning exploded inside Ling Xiao's Consciousness Sea, the spatial structure inside the ancient tree suddenly distorted. All the floating spiritual energy crystals came to a dead stop, then spun frantically to form the shape of a cage. Ling Xiao's Void-Piercing Demonic Eyes stung violently as countless tiny red cracks suddenly appeared in his vision—the marks of space tearing apart because it could not bear the old man's existence.
Chapter 795