After Murong Huai finished absorbing the Spirit Ring, the Mountain Dragon King stepped forward. "Mm, not bad. Your physique and comprehension have improved severalfold. You can begin the subsequent training now. Which one would you like to cultivate first?"
Hearing this, Murong Huai thought for a moment before answering directly, "Then I'll start with Dark Master's ultimate art."
"Oh? Why?"
"Ah? Well, isn't it because I'm going in the order of my masters?"
"Hahaha, good, just as I expected. Then from here on, we'll begin with Darkness and proceed in order!"
"Yes."
Murong Huai stood within a special space created by Time and the Emerald Dragon King, where he began his training. At the center of the secret realm, the remnant soul of the Dark Dragon King—a phantom condensed from countless dark runes—slowly turned its dragon head, its golden pupils reflecting Murong Huai's tightly clenched fists.
"Disciple, do you know that my ultimate art, Nirvana Dark Soul, is a forbidden technique of the dragon race?" The Dark Dragon King's voice carried a tremor that pierced the soul.
"A forbidden technique? Why? Is it because it's too powerful?" Murong Huai asked in confusion.
"No. Not because it is too powerful, but because its cultivators can easily be devoured by dark power and reduced to puppets of slaughter."
The Dark Dragon King let out a low growl and slammed a dragon claw against the ground. In an instant, countless dark souls poured out from the gaps between the dragon bones. They wailed miserably as they coiled around Murong Huai's limbs and body. Murong Huai immediately felt darkness fill his entire being, endlessly eroding his sea of consciousness.
"You have cultivated the art of light. Circulate it through your body, condense a shield of light, and endure the sorrow of the dark