134: A Yin asks for help

Time passed slowly in silent torment.

The moon hung high in the sky, its cold, silvery light piercing through the gaps in the trees, scattering across the desolate battlefield, illuminating the remains of the giant dragon and the two figures embracing in a pool of blood.

After an unknown period, the chaotic energy fluctuations within Mo Yuhan finally began to gradually subside.

The terrifying dragon's roar and resentment gradually weakened, eventually being replaced by a new will that was deeper, more domineering, and fused with the profound weight of the earth and the explosive power of lava.

The dark-black spirit ring hovering above his head began to change color; a profound, stable Xuanhuang color and a noble, violent purple-gold luster gradually integrated into the deep dark black.

Ultimately, it settled into a unique, dark-gold hue, as if carrying the earth'sVeins and the lava's heart. On the spirit ring's surface, the phantom of the Purple Crystal Earth Fire Dragon no longer roared menacingly, but transformed into a majestic dragon-shaped imprint, slowly merging into the depths of the spirit ring.

Buzz—!

A low, majestic hum sounded, and the dark-gold spirit ring completely solidified! Vast and boundless energy, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, began to continuously pour into Mo Yuhan's damaged body.

His twisted, charred right leg, nourished by the spirit ring's energy, grew and repaired itself at a visible rate.

Broken bones reconnected, charred flesh peeled away, revealing new, healthy-looking skin.

Bone fractures in his arms rapidly healed, and burns all over his body quickly receded.

An aura even more condensed and domineering than before slowly awakened within his body!

Fifth spirit ring · Dark Gold Lava Vein! Absorption successful!

Mo Yuhan’s tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, the painful expression fading, replaced by a tranquility and power akin to rebirth.

His breathing became long and steady, his new skin glowed like jade under the moonlight, and the deep purple scar seemed to have faded somewhat, like a sleeping dragon tattoo.

Ruo Lin let out a long, long sigh of relief, her nerves, stretched to their limit, suddenly relaxed, and immense fatigue surged over her like a tide, making her vision blur and her body sway, almost collapsing to the ground.

She looked at the young man, whose breathing was steady and aura steadily rising, and a relieved, tear-streaked, gratified smile finally appeared on her pale face.

She carefully withdrew her hands from Mo Yuhan’s body, her fingertips trembling slightly from the prolonged output of battle qi. She supported her weary body, wanting to get up and check the surroundings to ensure safety.

However, just as her gaze swept over the forest, which had been ravaged beyond recognition by the great battle—

A sudden change occurred!

Hum… Hum… Hum…

An extremely faint yet incredibly clear tremor came from deep beneath the earth.

Immediately after, centered on Mo Yuhan, within a hundred-zhang radius, all remaining, even burnt, Blue Silver Grass, as if infused with life, began to frantically sway and grow.

The slender grass blades emitted a faint blue luminescence under the moonlight, like countless fireflies dancing.

They disregarded the barrenness of the soil, ignored the environmental damage, and spread and intertwined at an almost eerie speed.

The grass blades, like living brushstrokes, rapidly outlined and pieced together on the scorched and blood-stained ground!

In just a few breaths, a huge pattern composed of countless glowing Blue Silver Grass leaves clearly appeared before Ruo Lin's eyes.

It was not text, but a distorted rune filled with pain and despair.

It resembled a human-shaped outline desperately struggling, tightly Bound by thorny vines! At the heart of the human-shaped outline, the grass blades intertwined into a constantly twisting vortex, as if enduring immense pain.

And at the edge of the pattern, two phantom giant hammers, formed from grass blades and with ferocious shapes, were striking the struggling figure with destructive pressure.

A faint but incredibly clear soul fluctuation emanated from the painful rune formed by the Blue Silver Grass, carrying bone-deep fear and helpless pleading, like a weeping lament, directly impacting Ruo Lin’s mind.

In just a few breaths, a huge pattern, composed of countless grass leaves radiating a faint blue-silver glow, was clearly imprinted before Ruo Lin’s eyes!

It was a human-shaped outline, tightly Bound by countless thorny vines, cutting into flesh and blood.

The thorns were sharp, the barbs ferocious, deeply embedded within the twisted, struggling body, as if to tear it apart.

At the heart of the human-shaped outline, the Blue Silver Grass leaves did not depict a heart, but rather outlined a deep vortex that continuously collapsed inward and rotated.

The center of the vortex was dim, and the grass leaves at the edges twisted frantically, emitting heart-wrenching pain and despair, while on the left and right sides of the pattern.

Two phantom giant hammers, formed from thicker, deep-blue grass leaves that gleamed with cold metallic light, descended from both directions with the destructive power to shatter mountains and crush everything, violently striking the figure Bound by thorns, whose heart was collapsing.

A faint but incredibly clear soul fluctuation, like a weeping lament, surged forth from this painful totem formed by the Blue Silver Grass.

As if a cold steel needle had pierced his heart while he was asleep, Mo Yuhan’s eyeballs rolled violently beneath his tightly closed eyelids! The dark-black spirit ring trembled abruptly, erupting with dazzling light.

That painful wail from the depths of his soul, like invisible chains, instantly dragged him violently out of the tranquil state he had entered after absorbing the spirit ring.

“Ugh—!” A suppressed growl burst from deep within his throat! He suddenly opened his eyes.

His obsidian-like eyes were no longer chaotic and serene as they were during spirit ring absorption, but now burned with two purple-gold flames, furious enough to incinerate the void.

Deep within his pupils, clearly reflected was the Blue Silver Grass totem on the ground, a plea for help filled with endless pain and despair.

Boom—!

A terrifying aura, even more powerful and violent than before, fused with the pulse of the earth and the might of lava, swept out from Mo Yuhan as its center, like a volcano that had been suppressed for ten thousand years suddenly erupting.

The recently settled dust and fallen leaves were once again swept high into the sky by the violent airflow.

The faded purple scar on his chest violently undulated like a living thing under the furious aura, emanating a chilling ferocity.

He didn't even utter a single word, his body, like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly sprang up from the ground.

His newly regenerated muscles exploded with astonishing power, and his Phoenix Flight Step traced an enigmatic trajectory beneath his feet, transforming him into a purple-gold stream of light that tore through the night sky, rushing recklessly towards the direction indicated by the Blue Silver Grass leaves, from which the soul fluctuations emanated.

“Yu Han, what happened, wait for me!” Ruo Lin, suppressing her exhausted weakness and surging qi and blood, squeezed water-blue battle qi from her weary meridians once more, her figure transforming into a faint blue watery shadow, closely pursuing the furious purple-gold streak of light.