Life Lends a Hand, Overcoming the Crisis

Lin Ming walked over to the ring of Spirit Rings, sat down cross-legged, and began circulating his Soul Power to draw in that Spirit Ring.

On the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's corpse, the black Spirit Ring slowly flew toward Lin Ming, who was seated on the ground, after being drawn by his Soul Power.

The instant the Spirit Ring settled over him.

Violent Soul Power surged into Lin Ming's meridians, crashing wildly through his body.

"Hmph."

Lin Ming gave a muffled grunt, and his face turned pale.

Lin Feng and Xuan Zi watched nervously, but neither of them intervened.

If the absorption of a Spirit Ring was interrupted, even if he could be saved, there was a high chance he would become crippled.

Right now, all they could do was trust Lin Ming and wait for him to succeed.

Lin Ming gritted his teeth. He had expected the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's Spirit Ring to be difficult to absorb, but he had not expected it to be this difficult.

Every single one of his meridians had suffered injuries of varying severity from the violent Soul Power.

Intense pain swept through Lin Ming's entire body, and he could only circulate his Soul Power and endure with difficulty.

Just then, his consciousness entered his Sea of Spirit.

The remnant soul of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear slowly appeared in Lin Ming's Sea of Spirit.

This was Soul Shock, something unique to ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings.

"Roar!!!"

The ten-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear already possessed considerable intelligence. Seeing the enemy before it, it flew into a rage and began wreaking havoc within Lin Ming's Sea of Spirit.

Outside, Lin Ming's face grew even paler, completely drained of color.

Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and Lin Ming's brows were tightly furrowed.

His Sea of Spirit had already begun to sustain damage under the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear remnant soul's attacks.

The harm this would cause him was enormous, perhaps even irreversible.

"Damn it, I should've picked the one with the lower cultivation!"

Lin Ming was beginning to regret it. He had been too reckless; this Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's cultivation could not be measured by its age at all.

It was simply not comparable to an ordinary eighteen-thousand-year Soul Beast.

Just as Lin Ming's Sea of Spirit was about to suffer irreparable damage, a gentle green radiance lit up within it.

A green figure wrapped in green light appeared in Lin Ming's Sea of Spirit.

Lin Ming could not make out the visitor's features, but from her outline, she appeared to be a woman.

She approached the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's remnant soul, extended a finger, and touched its forehead.

Something miraculous happened. With that single touch, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's remnant soul actually calmed down.

"Go."

An ethereal female voice came from the woman. The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear's remnant soul seemed to understand; it nodded, then dissolved into green light and vanished from Lin Ming's Sea of Spirit.

"Thank you, Senior, for saving my life!"

Lin Ming's spiritual form stepped forward and bowed in thanks.

The woman turned around. Lin Ming could not see her face, but he could sense that she was looking at him.

Unfortunately, the woman said nothing else and simply vanished from Lin Ming's Sea of Spirit.

God Realm, Destruction Temple.

"Little Purple, did what I did really not violate the rules of the God Realm?"

The Goddess of Life watched as Lin Ming's complexion gradually returned to normal in the crystal ball. She let out a breath of relief, then asked worriedly.

"What's the big deal, Xiao Lu? Don't worry. Back when Tang San hadn't ascended yet, Old Asura and Old Sea God gave him who knew how many special favors. You only helped your inheritor when he was facing a life-threatening crisis. It's fine."

Destruction held the Goddess of Life in his arms and comforted her softly.

After the mysterious woman helped him resolve the Soul Shock, Lin Ming's Spirit Ring absorption became much smoother.

Without Soul Shock, he only needed sufficient physical endurance to successfully absorb the Spirit Ring.

And when it came to physical constitution, Lin Ming held a considerable advantage.

It was only an eighteen-thousand-year Spirit Ring. It was no challenge for him at all.

Seeing Lin Ming's complexion gradually return to normal, Lin Feng and Xuan Zi finally let out sighs of relief.

"You scared this old man to death. Good thing the kid's all right."

As Xuan Zi spoke, he lifted the wine gourd in his hand and took a huge gulp.

An hour later, Lin Ming finally opened his eyes. The pitch-black Spirit Ring merged into his body.

"How are you, grandson? Your body's fine, right?"

The moment Lin Feng saw him awaken, he hurried over to ask with concern. What had happened earlier had frightened him terribly.

He had only this one precious grandson. Nothing could happen to him.

"I'm fine, Lao Deng. Don't worry."

"What Spirit Skill did you get from the Spirit Ring? Show this old man."

Xuan Zi's focus was clearly different from Lin Feng's. He was more curious about what kind of Spirit Skill this eighteen-thousand-year, Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear fourth Spirit Ring would grant.

Lin Ming sensed it for a moment, then a delighted smile appeared on his face.

"Come on, old man, Lao Deng. Let me show you!"

Seeing Lin Ming so confident, Lin Feng and Xuan Zi could roughly guess that this Spirit Skill was extraordinary.

Lin Ming summoned his martial soul, and the Sky-Propping Spear appeared in his hand.

Then came four Spirit Rings: yellow, purple, purple, and black.

Every one of Lin Ming's Spirit Rings exceeded the so-called normal absorption limit, proving that a certain Gangzi was nothing but a joke.

The only black fourth Spirit Ring lit up, and Lin Ming abruptly tightened his grip around the Sky-Propping Spear.

"Fourth Spirit Skill, Wrath of the Sky-Propping Spear!"

A blood-red mist surrounded Lin Ming. His eyes gradually turned red, dark golden light shone around his body, and his aura surged dramatically.

"An all-attribute enhancement Spirit Skill? Not bad!" Lin Feng praised.

Although Lin Ming's first Spirit Skill was also an all-attribute enhancement Spirit Skill, no one would ever complain about having too many such skills. After all, all-attribute boosts could stack.

"Tell us the exact enhancement ratio and effects." Xuan Zi had already roughly sensed the answer, but it would only be accurate once Lin Ming said it himself.

Lin Ming nodded and said, "My fourth Spirit Skill is called Wrath of the Sky-Propping Spear. It increases all attributes by one hundred percent."

"One hundred percent?!"

The two old men cried out at the same time.

This was only his fourth Spirit Skill, yet it could already provide a hundred-percent increase. If he gained another all-attribute enhancement Spirit Skill in the future, the boost would only become even more terrifying.

The two old men stared at Lin Ming as though he were a monster, making his scalp tingle.

"Oh, right." To avoid being stared at any longer, Lin Ming hurriedly continued, "This Spirit Skill also has an additional effect."

"What effect?"

Lin Feng examined Lin Ming from side to side. Lin Ming was currently under the effects of his fourth Spirit Skill, and Lin Feng was trying to find something different.

"The effect is called Bloodlust. It heightens fighting spirit while reducing pain by fifty percent."

This effect had tremendous practical use.

No matter how fearless of pain someone might be, during battle, pain would inevitably distract them and prevent them from fighting wholeheartedly.

This Bloodlust could greatly reduce the impact pain had on a Soul Master during battle.