Fusion

Blue energy enveloped the sleeping Yue Ling.

The Silvermoon Roland floating nearby gradually turned translucent. Its entire floral body transformed into an exceedingly pure force that flowed completely into the fifth Spirit Ring.

Sacrifice.

That was an ability only Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts could wield, offering their entire body, mind, and origin to a human Spirit Master without reservation.

Yet what was happening before them bore a striking resemblance to a true Sacrifice.

Under normal circumstances, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast could never bestow its origin to such an extent. But now, with its power balancing and harmonizing the energy once more, the result was entirely different.

Even a still very immature Lord of a Hundred Flowers, even if it revealed only the faintest trace of its power, was enough to make plant-type Soul Beasts willingly offer themselves.

That tiny pink light awakened a sliver of their intelligence, allowing them to become part of this person. They could preserve a wisp of their remnant souls and attain immortality in the future.

That was why they abandoned their continued growth within the cave and chose to offer everything they possessed.

For flowers and plants, perpetuating their species and preserving life were instincts carved into their bones. Even if it cost them their lives, as long as they could leave behind inheritable seeds, life could continue. That was why Silvermoon Roland had been so eager.

The Silvermoon Roland suspended in midair transferred all its cultivation, slowly condensing into the fifth Spirit Ring of Yue Ling's Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum martial soul.

After the fusion was complete, its white body slowly dissipated into nothingness. A lingering wisp of soul origin followed Yue Ling's Spirit Sea and slowly sank into the golden crown floating at his brow.

The small tree that had always lived alongside it