114: Han Li seizes the pattern

Ink Snow, acting as the Ice Thunder Calamity Envoy, used the power of absolute zero to forcibly freeze and purify the Calamity Cloud Beast's violent energy, as if placing a perfectly sealed ice lid over a boiling pot of oil.

The violent trembling of the magic bottle subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye; the thick layer of mysterious ice outside the bottle not only provided physical reinforcement but also constantly radiated a soothing and purifying chill, channeling the chaotic energy flow within.

Faced with Ink Snow's extreme chill, the Calamity Cloud Beast's chaotic consciousness became like a tamed Vicious Beast, turning cowering and submissive. Although still massive and dangerous, it no longer charged blindly; instead, it began to instinctively cooperate with Ink Snow's guidance, gradually purifying the devoured chaotic energy and feeding it back into the Divine Kingdom.

The internal threat was temporarily quelled.

Mo Yuan was able to withdraw almost all his focus from suppressing the magic bottle, exhaling a long breath as a trace of color returned to his pale face.

The slight trembling on his Thunder God Arm, caused by excessive strain, also slowly subsided.

He looked at Ink Snow, who was floating above the Ice Thunder Formation with a cold expression, a trace of complex light flashing in his eyes.

These three unexpected pieces could actually turn this dying situation around.

However, just as his focus wavered, and he was preparing to repair the structure of the Divine Kingdom damaged by the previous riot, and thinking about how to further utilize this initially tamed Calamity Cloud Beast—

An anomaly occurred without any warning!

It did not come from inside the magic bottle, nor from the Thunder Abyss outside.

It came from... himself! From his Thunder God Arm that had just calmed down!

On the Thunder God Arm, the lightning-shaped scar, which had basically healed and only occasionally flowed with a trace of golden halo, began to... heat up without warning!

It was not the scorching heat of tempering thunder, but an intense pain, as if a red-hot iron were being pressed directly into the depths of his Soul, carrying a strong sense of rejection and stripping away!

"Ugh!" Mo Yuan groaned, looking sharply at his arm.

He saw that the skin at the scar had become transparent, and beneath it were not flesh and bones, but countless complex, interwoven, and flowing dark golden Heavenly Dao Golden Mark lines!

These lines were flashing frantically with unprecedented brightness, as if they had received some irresistible summons and were about to break free from his arm and fly away into the void!

It was the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark! The "shackles" warned of on Han Li's stone tablet!

They actually... possessed an independent will?!

Or rather, were they controlled by some higher-level authority?

Almost at the same time, the space in front of Mo Yuan rippled silently, like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

A cyan figure stepped out.

Han Li!

He was still the same unremarkable figure, his expression indifferent, as if he were just passing by.

But his appearance caused the space of the entire command platform to freeze instantly!

The data streams of all the light screens stopped, all operating Formations wailed, and even the roaring of the thunder pulp outside the window seemed to be blocked out!

His gaze fell directly on Mo Yuan's Thunder God Arm, which was burning with intense pain and flashing wildly with golden marks. There was no surprise in his eyes, only a kind of... calmness, as if watching an experimental subject finally reach the moment of retrieval.

"This object is not something you can control."

He spoke indifferently; his voice was not loud, but it resonated like a divine decree directly in the deepest part of Mo Yuan's Sea of Consciousness.

Before the words had even faded, he slowly raised his right hand.

His movements seemed slow, but they transcended the perception of time; his five fingers slightly spread, and he made a grasping motion in the air towards Mo Yuan's Thunder God Arm!

"Hum——!!!"

Mo Yuan's entire Thunder God Arm suddenly stiffened!

An indescribable, terrifying stripping force originating from the level of Law acted fiercely upon the connection point between the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark and the Origin of the Thunder God Arm!

"Ah——!" Even with Mo Yuan's willpower, he could not help but let out a painful roar!

He felt as if his entire arm—no, even the Chaos Lightning Body Origin at the root of his arm—was about to be forcibly torn out by this power!

The Heavenly Dao Golden Mark, branded deep into his arm bones and cultivated alongside his life, had now become the perfect medium for the other party to extract it!

They responded joyfully to Han Li's summons, like rebellious subjects seeing their old master, frantically trying to break free from Mo Yuan's control!

"Don't even think about it!" Mo Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, the grey light of Chaos burned frantically, and he exerted all his strength to drive the Chaos Thunder Gang, locking his arm tightly to resist the stripping force!

Purple-golden lightning exploded on the Thunder God Arm, attempting to obliterate those restless golden marks!

"Futile." Han Li's eyes remained indifferent, his fingers slightly tightening from the grasping motion.

Crack!

A crisp sound, as if something had snapped, came from inside the Thunder God Arm!

Mo Yuan spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his entire arm instantly dimmed, and the purple-golden lightning was completely suppressed!

Like wild horses breaking free from their reins, those Heavenly Dao Golden Marks erupted with dazzling light, forcibly and bit by bit being stripped away from his arm's flesh, bones, and even the connection to his Soul!

Countless fine, dark golden streams of light, purely composed of Law, flowed like rivers returning to the sea, extracted from the Thunder God Arm and gathered into Han Li's palm, where they re-condensed into a complete, agile, yet clearly more docile and powerful Heavenly Dao Golden Mark than when it was in Mo Yuan's hands!

As the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark was stripped away, Mo Yuan's Thunder God Arm seemed to lose its most important support, instantly becoming dull and fragile; even more tiny cracks appeared on its surface, even worse than before it had been tempered!

An extreme sense of weakness spread from his arm to his entire body!

Han Li, holding the complete Heavenly Dao Golden Mark in his palm, swept his gaze over Mo Yuan's listless and cracked Thunder God Arm, then looked at the magic bottle in his arms that had begun to tremble slightly again due to the loss of the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark's stabilization, and indifferently threw out a sentence:

"This object helps you, but it also kills you!"

The tone was indifferent, but every word felt like ten-thousand-year-old ice, smashing into the depths of Mo Yuan's heart.

After speaking, he did not give Mo Yuan any chance to react or question him; his figure, just like when he arrived, flickered slightly and quietly dissipated along with the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark, as if he had never appeared.

Leaving only a room of dead silence, and... Mo Yuan, whose arm was in agonizing pain, his complexion ashen, and his eyes filled with shock, anger, unwillingness, and a trace of unbelievable terror!

He slowly raised his almost crippled arm, which was constantly sending piercing pain, looked at the terrible scars and cracks remaining on it caused by the forced stripping, and felt the energy in the magic bottle in his arms, which was becoming restless again due to the loss of the Heavenly Dao Golden Mark's stabilization...

Han Li's words echoed in his mind like a curse.

"This object helps you, but it also kills you!"

"Shackles..."

Could it be... that the stone tablet's warning was actually true?!

This Heavenly Dao Golden Mark, from the very beginning, was not a gift, but... poison? Was it a "shackle" buried by Han Li beside him, which could be retrieved at any time to severely injure him?!

A bone-chilling cold instantly swept through Mo Yuan's entire body.

This was more fatal, and more... terrifying than the threat posed by any powerful enemy.