As the cultivation technique circulated, a treasure light flowed around his chest, and the imprint of the Black Dragon Magical Bead gradually surfaced, becoming clearly visible.
The treasure light flowed, dazzling and splendid; flesh crawled as the Black Dragon Magical Bead slowly emerged from his chest.
This process was exceedingly slow and also extremely painful.
After a long time, Lu Changsheng finally extracted the Black Dragon Magical Bead from his breastbone.
"Huff puff puff—"
Lu Changsheng rubbed his breastbone, gasping for breath and feeling somewhat fatigued.
At this moment, the Black Dragon Magical Bead's dark light was dimmed.
Inside, the miniature flood dragon was even more listless, on its last breath.
Naturally, Lu Changsheng knew that this Black Dragon Magical Bead, which had accompanied him for ten years, had its origin source depleted by half.