"No good!"
In shock, he urgently gathered his mana, trying to shake it off, but just as the bead left his hand, it trembled suddenly and spewed out a cloud of red mist, swiftly surrounding him tightly.
Elder Lin immediately smelled a hot, bloody wind at the tip of his nose, instantly feeling his qi power fade. Initially, he struggled fiercely, but after dozens of breaths, his mind gradually grew fuzzy, and he stopped resisting. In the end, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.
Ancestor Hui Xuan, witnessing the scene, shivered inwardly. Stroking his beard, he mused, "This Pearl Fruit indeed has other mysteries, lucky I didn't act rashly just now."
He had been somewhat greedy during his time in the underground palace but held back out of caution. Now, he felt fortunate, turned his head, and seeing Daoist Ji looking as if he knew it would happen, asked, "Brother Daoist, is there something strange about that bead?"
