Not to mention how despairing that brush with death had been not long ago.
Whenever Yue Ling thought back on it even slightly, a chill ran through his heart.
If his second Martial Soul had not protected its master on its own at the time, he dared not imagine the consequences.
He would surely have been completely devoured and assimilated by that Evil Soul Master's lingering will, their two souls becoming hopelessly entangled.
In the end, his body would have been entirely fused with and occupied by the evil soul. His Martial Soul and his talent—everything would have been handed over to another.
By then, would he still be the Yue Ling he was now?
Could he still live properly?
Growing stronger and taking revenge would have been utterly out of the question.
Therefore, he would never touch such an absolute, unthinkable risk again.
Only by staying alive could he have the foundation to grow stronger.
Yue Ling raised his hand, and the blood-red Spirit Ring slowly rose and fell.
The first soul skill that had inexplicably appeared with his second Martial Soul was simply too strange and suspicious.
The ability it displayed had already surpassed the limits of his current knowledge and understanding.
Yue Ling furrowed his brows tightly, his face filled with gravity. He could not shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Yet even after pondering it over and over for a long time, he still could not find the slightest clue.
Realizing that his thoughts were growing heavier and his mood was sinking along with them,
he raised a hand and lightly patted his cheeks, forcing himself to wake up and pull himself together.
Since he could not figure it out now, there was no point in obsessing over it.
When the opportunity came, everything would