133: Fifth Soul Skill

A deep, black spirit ring, its edges flowing with a dark red luster like molten lava, slowly emerged from the Purple Crystal Earth Fire Dragon's ruined corpse.

On the surface of the spirit ring, the faint phantom of the Purple Crystal Earth Fire Dragon roaring in agony was vaguely visible, emanating a terrifying pressure and immense energy fluctuations that made one's heart palpitate! A thirty-thousand-year spirit ring.

Thud!

Mo Yuhan's body, as if all strength had been drained from him, fell heavily onto the hot, dragon-blood-soaked muddy ground.

His right leg was twisted into an unnatural shape, his skin scorched black and cracked, deep enough to reveal bone, and even the broken bones inside, flickering with faint purple-gold flames, were visible, with blood gushing from the wound like a small stream.

His entire body was covered in burns and impact injuries, his arms hung limply, his breath was extremely weak, and his consciousness rapidly sank amidst the intense pain and exhaustion. Only the tightly pressed, blood-stained corner of his mouth retained a hint of relief.

"Yu Han—!" Instructor Ruo Lin's shrill cry carried extreme worry.

She instantly withdrew her Ice Prison Domain, disregarding the surging qi and blood within her body and the enormous consumption, and rushed to Mo Yuhan's side like a madwoman. Looking at the young man's somewhat severe and tragic state, especially that twisted, charred right leg, her heart felt as if it was tightly gripped by an invisible hand, aching to the point of suffocation.

She knelt without hesitation in the muddy blood, her trembling hands shimmering with a soft and rich aquamarine light, like the purest hot spring water, carefully covering Mo Yuhan's most severe right leg wound.

Powerful water-attribute Dou Qi, carrying healing and nourishing power, surged frantically into the charred, cracked flesh, attempting to stabilize the injury and prevent the loss of vitality.

"It's over..." Ruo Lin's voice was choked with sobs, tears falling like broken strings of pearls, mixing with the sweat and bloodstains on her face.

While fully outputting Dou Qi to stabilize Mo Yuhan's injuries, she anxiously looked at the dark red spirit ring suspended above the dragon's corpse. The spirit ring was becoming more solid, and its energy fluctuations were growing stronger; if it wasn't absorbed soon, it would dissipate.

She bit her lower lip, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.

One hand continued to maintain the treatment of Mo Yuhan's wound, while the other hand pressed firmly on Mo Yuhan's Dantian area. A pure and gentle water-attribute Dou Qi carefully probed into his depleted meridians, attempting to awaken his dormant Spirit and Soul Power.

"Yu Han! Wake up! The spirit ring... your spirit ring!" Her voice, vibrating with the power of her soul, directly entered the depths of Mo Yuhan's near-comatose consciousness.

Perhaps it was the spirit ring's attraction, perhaps Ruo Lin's call, or perhaps Xuan Huang Purple Flame's instinctive desire.

Mo Yuhan's tightly closed eyelids trembled violently a few times, and his blood-stained eyelashes difficultly parted a slit.

His dark, bright eyes lost focus, a chaotic mess, but when his blurry vision captured the suspended dark red spirit ring emanating a powerful aura, a point of purple-gold flame suddenly flickered in the depths of that chaos.

"Ugh..." An extremely faint, sigh-like groan escaped his cracked lips. His remaining will, like a flickering candle in the wind, was ignited by that spirit ring.

A faint but extraordinarily tenacious suction emanated from his broken body, like invisible tentacles, slowly Binding towards the dark red spirit ring.

Ruo Lin's heart swelled with joy, and she immediately increased the intensity of her guidance, carefully shielding Mo Yuhan's fragile meridians with her own water-attribute Dou Qi, helping him establish a connection with the spirit ring.

Buzz—!

The moment Mo Yuhan's consciousness finally touched the spirit ring, the deep dark red spirit ring suddenly vibrated! It transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared into Mo Yuhan's glabella.

Boom—!!!

It was as if a soul bomb had detonated in Mo Yuhan's sea of consciousness!

The Purple Crystal Earth Fire Dragon's monstrous resentment, violent will, and the immense and vast soul power of a thirty-thousand-year Spirit Beast, like a breached lava torrent, instantly surged into Mo Yuhan's ocean of consciousness.

"Ant! Steal this king's power! Die! Die! Die!!!"

Deafening dragon roars echoed wildly in his mind! Terrifying soul impacts were like billions of red-hot steel needles, fiercely piercing every inch of his Spirit! Fragmented and violent images flashed before his eyes: the roar born from the lava earth veins... the exhilaration of tearing apart powerful enemies and bathing in dragon blood... the pain of being corroded by venom... and finally, the destructive light that pierced through his reverse scale and incinerated everything... Endless hatred, like maggots clinging to bone, frantically eroded his sanity, threatening to assimilate and tear him apart completely!

"Ugh ah ah ah—!!!" Mo Yuhan's body suddenly arched, convulsing violently like a fish out of water! He let out a painful roar that was not human! His skin instantly became covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels, and dark red blood seeped from all seven orifices! The right leg wound, which Ruo Lin had just stabilized somewhat, tore open again, and blood gushed out wildly!

"Yu Han! Guard your mind! Circulate Xuan Huang Purple Flame! Refine it!" Ruo Lin's cry of alarm carried a tearing anxiety! She could clearly feel the frantic collision of those two terrifying forces within Mo Yuhan's body! The young man's soul was like a small boat in a raging sea, capable of capsizing at any moment!

She no longer cared about her own consumption, pressing both hands simultaneously on Mo Yuhan's chest and Dantian, and an even more immense and pure aquamarine Dou Qi surged out without reservation.

This time, it was no longer simple healing, but carried a powerful will of appeasement, purification, and protection.

Like the gentlest yet most tenacious waves, it repeatedly washed over Mo Yuhan's collapsing sea of consciousness, attempting to soothe the violent dragon soul's resentment and protect his last shred of clarity.

At the same time, she rapidly chanted a cultivation technique that carried the power to soothe the soul, her voice ethereal and distant, like a mother's lullaby, attempting to provide a sheltered harbor for Mo Yuhan's fragmented soul.

Mo Yuhan's body still trembled violently under Ruo Lin's suppression, with sweat, blood, and black grime constantly seeping out.

His consciousness floated and struggled in the boundless lava of resentment.

Every time he was about to be completely submerged, a cool and tenacious force would come from outside, guiding him like a lighthouse and supporting him.

"Hold on... hold on... for Auntie... for Teacher... for... Ruo Lin..."

His remaining will, like a flickering candle in the wind, desperately clung to that cool support, roaring repeatedly in the depths of his soul.

Within his Dantian, the dormant Xuan Huang Purple Flame seemed to sense its master's unyielding Spirit, suddenly erupting with brilliant purple-gold light.

The profound Yellow origin, heavy as the earth, merged with the violent Purple Crystal Lion Fire, transforming into a torrent of will that incinerated all things, fiercely colliding with the dragon soul's resentment.

Refine! Devour! Merge!

This was a perilous tug-of-war happening in the deepest part of his soul! Mo Yuhan's body became a brutal battlefield. His skin would sometimes turn crimson and scalding hot, emitting a high temperature like molten lava, and at other times, it would be covered with a thin layer of purple crystal frost.

His bones groaned under the unbearable strain, and his muscle fibers constantly tore and reformed under the immense energyscour.

Ruo Lin's face grew paler and paler, sweat soaking her temples and aquamarine instructor's robe.

Maintaining such high-intensity Dou Qi output and soul protection was a huge burden for her.

But she bit her lower lip tightly, even drawing blood, her eyes incredibly firm, and her hands seemed to be welded to Mo Yuhan's body, continuously delivering her power.

She looked at the young man's painfully twisted face, at the wounds on his body that constantly ruptured and healed, at the deep purple scar on his chest that pulsed and writhed like a living thing under the energy impact... Her heart ached to the point of suffocation.

For the first time, she so clearly felt that the young man's importance in her heart had long surpassed a simple teacher-student relationship.