141: Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Python

However, this weak defense was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python.

Rip!

The Purple Flame Armor was instantly torn apart, and the violent seven-colored energy, like countless burning steel needles, fiercely pierced into Mo Yuhan's body.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a grinding mill, every inch of his flesh, blood, and bones being frantically ground and torn apart.

His vision was instantly swallowed by the blinding seven-colored light, and all he could hear was the sharp hiss of energy annihilation and boundless agony.

Ah Yin tightly embraced the Blue Silver Emperor, her body curled up behind Mo Yuhan, and the layer of blue-gold halo completely extinguished the moment it was touched by the seven-colored storm. She let out a muffled groan, lost all consciousness, and softly collapsed onto the scorching sand.

Just as Mo Yuhan's consciousness was about to be completely submerged by the intense pain and seven-colored light—

An extremely faint seven-colored stream of light, almost completely obscured by the destructive storm, was violently thrown out like a meteor from the explosion's epicenter—the deep pit of the temple ruins—by the chaotic energy currents.

Its speed was not fast, and its trajectory was crooked, inconspicuous amidst the raging seven-colored storm, as if it could be torn apart at any moment.

It was a… small snake.

A small snake, only about a foot long, covered in fine seven-colored scales. Its scales shimmered with iridescent light, as if meticulously carved from the finest gemstones, reflecting dreamlike colors under the chaotic energy light.

Its body was slender and delicate, but at this moment, it appeared extremely weak, softly coiled, its small head drooping limply, its pair of equally seven-colored snake eyes tightly closed, with only its subtly rising and falling tiny body proving it was still alive.

Even more astonishing was that at the tip of its tiny snake tail, a small, broken fragment of a lotus seat, seemingly carved from green jade, was entwined.

That lotus seat fragment was no bigger than a palm, its edges charred, yet it still emitted a faint but pure green light.

At the center of the lotus seat, a cluster of flames, dancing like a green sprite, was firmly adsorbed and confined.

The flame presented a pure green color, its form like a budding lotus, emitting a scorching heat and vitality from deep within the earth—it was the source flame of the Azure Lotus Core Flame.

However, this flame was firmly locked by the strange pressure emanating from the small seven-colored snake and the lotus seat fragment, appearing docile and subdued, without any of the usual ferocity of an exotic flame.

This tiny Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, dragging the broken lotus seat that confined the Azure Lotus Core Flame, was swept along by the explosion's shockwave, drifting helplessly in the chaotic energy currents, tracing an unnoticed, faint seven-colored arc, landing precisely… in the direction where Mo Yuhan was flung by the storm and heavily crashed.

Bang!

Mo Yuhan's body slammed heavily onto the scorching sand, then rolled more than ten feet before finally stopping.

He was covered in blood, riddled with wounds torn by energy, half of his body was almost numb, and every breath carried a strong smell of blood and a burning pain.

His vision was blurry, the World spun, and a constant ringing filled his ears.

Just as he struggled to prop himself up, searching for Ruo Lin and Ah Yin—

Plop.

A cold, soft, strangely slippery small object, with a faint weight, landed gently on his chest, which had been exposed by his open clothes from rolling and was equally covered in scars.

Immediately following was a small piece of warm, jade-like, hard object that felt warm to the touch, and an aura of… an exotic flame, though faint, incredibly pure, and causing his Xuan Huang Purple Flame to instantly resonate strongly.

The cold sensation brought an extremely faint, peculiar stimulation to his burning, aching body.

Mo Yuhan instinctively lowered his head.

In his blurry vision, a small, faintly seven-colored glowing object was softly resting on his rapidly rising and falling chest.

The fine scales felt cold to the touch, as smooth as the finest silk. And beside the snake's coiled body, a verdant, jade-like fragment of a lotus seat, like a finely carved emerald, emitted a warm luster. At the center of the lotus seat, a cluster of green lotus-shaped flames burned quietly, emitting a familiar aura that made his soul tremble—the Azure Lotus Core Flame.

The small seven-colored snake also seemed to have suffered a huge impact; its tiny body trembled slightly, and its seven-colored snake eyes laboriously opened a tiny slit.

It was a gaze… extremely naive, bewildered, yet with a hint of instinctive vigilance. In its seven-colored pupils, Mo Yuhan's blood-stained jaw and equally bewildered eyes were reflected.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Around them were apocalyptic energy roars and sandstorms, beneath their feet was scorching sand, and in the distance were earth-shattering roars and battles of powerful cultivators.

And at the edge of this destructive storm, in this insignificant corner, a person, a snake, and an exotic flame met in blood and fire in this extremely unexpected way.

Mo Yuhan's mind was blank.

The cold touch on his chest, the warm lotus seat, and the pure exotic flame aura were the only clear sensations in this chaotic World at the moment.

A name exploded in his chaotic consciousness—Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python, Medusa's new form after her evolution failed, and what she brought… was the Azure Lotus Core Flame!

“Hiss…”

An extremely faint hiss, mixed with pain and weakness, came from the small snake's mouth, almost drowned by the wind and sand.

It seemed attracted by the faint residual aura of the Xuan Huang Purple Flame on Mo Yuhan's chest; a very subtle curiosity and… reliance? flashed in its naive eyes.

Its small head instinctively nudged towards Mo Yuhan's blood-stained neck, as if seeking warmth and shelter.

This unusual sensation brought Mo Yuhan back to his senses instantly.

He suddenly remembered the source of the destructive storm—that exploding seven-colored light cocoon, that domineering Medusa… her evolution had failed, her soul had fallen into slumber, and her body had transformed into this naive little seven-colored snake.

And what she brought was the source of this storm—the Azure Lotus Core Flame!

An absurd, yet tremendously tempting thought, struck his chaotic mind like lightning.

He had no time to think, driven by the instinct to survive and an indescribable intuition.

He endured the tearing pain throughout his body, and with his remaining strength, he suddenly lifted his relatively intact left hand, carefully cradling the small seven-colored snake entwined with the Azure Lotus Core Flame lotus seat fragment, along with the cluster of green flames, from his chest.

The cold, slippery sensation upon touch intertwined with the warm heat of the lotus seat and exotic flame, creating a peculiar tactile experience.

The small snake seemed startled by the movement, weakly wiggling its tiny body; a hint of instinctive resistance flashed in its seven-colored snake eyes, but when it came into contact with the equally faint but homologous Xuan Huang Purple Flame aura on Mo Yuhan's palm, that resistance turned into naive reliance, and its tiny tail gently coiled around one of Mo Yuhan's fingers.