A black pillar of light pierced heaven and earth, swallowing Yan Shaozhe completely. This was not the filthy, viscous evil soul power of ordinary Evil Soul Masters, but the most primal, majestic darkness of the Dark Sacred Dragon.
Yan Shaozhe squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back in agony, veins bulging on his forehead. Stimulated by the power, his Light Phoenix martial soul emerged from his body and circled overhead. Dazzling golden flames met a deep black dragon silhouette in midair.
Light and darkness naturally repelled each other, yet under the forceful infusion of a Level 99 Limit Douluo's lifetime of cultivation, that majestic darkness did not devour the phoenix. Instead, it became the richest nourishment, driving the Light Phoenix's essence ever higher.
Long Xiaoyao's sacrifice in his final moments, that utterly unreserved desire to protect him, was gradually washing away the gloom hidden in Yan Shaozhe's heart.
Mu En stood nearby, golden lightning dancing at his fingertips as he carefully straightened out the tangled meridians inside Yan Shaozhe.
"This child has found a blessing amid disaster." Mu En watched his disciple's aura rise steadily, his weathered eyes filled with conflicting emotions.
"Long Xiaoyao gave him every last bit of his vitality. If he can cross that hurdle in his heart, becoming a Level 99 Limit Douluo someday is no longer out of reach."
Whether he could emerge from this depended entirely on his own fortune.
In the ruins not far away, Ye Xishui sat slumped in mud and bloody filth. The blood on her face had long since dried, and her unfocused eyes stared fixedly at the sky where Long Xiaoyao had vanished. She no longer cried or screamed, and her chest barely rose and fell.
No grief was greater than a heart that had died. Apart