"Young Master."
Wu Yun's voice suddenly rang out.
At some point, she had turned around, staring at the Soul Bone in Lin Qing's hand. A nearly imperceptible flicker seemed to pass through her eyes.
"Young Master, the aura of this Soul Bone is terrifying."
She paused, as if searching for the right words.
"It is at least a hundred-thousand-year level Soul Bone. Absorbing and fusing it with your current Soul Power Level will be an extremely painful process—painful enough to possibly exceed your limits of endurance, and it may even be life-threatening."
Lin Qing nodded.
Of course he knew.
The scene from the original story, where Huo Yuhao and White Tiger Lin Qing fused with the Ice Empress Torso Bone, automatically flashed through his mind.
That could hardly be called fusion.
It was practically like having every bone in his body torn apart and replaced piece by piece.
The pain was so unbearable that it made one wish for death on the spot.
But Huo Yuhao endured it. White Tiger Lin Qing endured it too.
"I know very well."
Lin Qing spoke calmly.
"But it doesn't matter."
He tightened his grip around the Soul Bone in his hand, and jade-green light leaked through his fingers.
It cast a greenish glow over half his face, as though he wore a strange mask.
"If they could endure it, why couldn't I?"
It sounded as though he was asking Wu Yun, but even more so, he was asking himself.
Asking the once-ordinary him who now held opportunity in his hands.
He hesitated no longer.
Lin Qing took out the things he had prepared from his Storage Ring.
A Level Seven Soul Guidance Milk Bottle, as well as the two pieces of Gold of Life.
These were his trump cards for staying alive.
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