Yue Ling steadied his mind, running his Soul Power at full force to comb through the rampaging, violent energy surging within his body bit by bit.
Yet the energy of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring was simply far too immense. His meridians experienced swelling, throbbing pain and tearing agony all at once, and his body could be blown apart from the strain at any second.
Xuan Zi stood off to one side, not daring to let his focus waver even a fraction. His hands were secretly charged with Soul Power, and his gaze was locked dead onto Yue Ling.
The moment Yue Ling showed the slightest sign of being unable to hold on and having his Soul Power run wild, he would immediately step in to interrupt the absorption and save his life.
The atmosphere inside the cave was oppressive to the absolute extreme.
The violent energy of the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring battered Yue Ling's Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Martial Soul over and over again. Petals were repeatedly tempered by the energy, and a layer of fine metallic grain gradually emerged on their surfaces as his Martial Soul quietly underwent a metamorphosis.
His Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was shifting bit by bit from an ordinary plant-petal form into steel blades.
From the outside in, one petal after another hardened and solidified in succession.
Bathed in sweat, Yue Ling trembled uncontrollably, coming close to failing several times. Suddenly, a stifling pressure hit his chest, a salty-sweet taste surged up his throat to the corner of his mouth, and fine dots of blood slowly seeped out across the surface of his skin.
Xuan Zi felt his heart tighten as he watched, his emotions exceptionally complicated.
In the end, he forcefully suppressed the urge to step in and save him immediately, reciting silently in