"Bang!"
The dull impact drowned out the roar of the waves. He Ping stiffened, his surging aura abruptly collapsed, and the magma-bright yellow light in his eyes rapidly faded. His hunched, aged body returned to its original state, and he slumped toward the sea.
Lin Sheng flashed forward and caught him securely. The crumbling scales and black-and-red flames around him swiftly receded. The heat over the Thundercloud Storm Sea rapidly dropped, and the boiling sea gradually settled, leaving only expanding rings of turbulent ripples.
He looked down at the unconscious He Ping in his arms and lightly extended a fingertip, sending a gentle strand of blood-refined origin gang into his body.
He Ping's meridians were damaged in several places, his divine soul had been gnawed into a web of fine cracks by the inferno rules, and his divine astral force was rampaging out of control. This was precisely the backlash caused by forcibly suppressing the power of his second limit break for so long, then suddenly unleashing it at full strength.
"The cost of the second limit break is heavier than I expected. It seems that, powerful as the Thousand Tribulations Ashen Wheel Sutra is, its dangers still exceed imagination."
Lin Sheng murmured to himself.
He might have made practicing this Inferno-oriented transcendent cultivation art look effortless, handling it with the ease of someone driving a familiar road, but the main reason he could do so was his purgatory affinity talent-especially after stacking it.
Otherwise, he might not even have been able to cross the threshold of this cultivation art.
"No wonder the Oath of Embers fell from being able to stand toe to toe with the Crimson Prison Society to its current state."
Shaking his head slightly, Lin Sheng carried He Ping across the waves. After a few leaps