Rolling up the scroll, Xiao Yu put on a troubled expression again and said, "You may have misunderstood, Yao Lao. I truly have no way to leave this place, and I really don't have anything that can restore a soul."
At this, Yao Tianhuo could only grit his teeth. Good heavens, even a scroll of a cultivation art comparable to a high-level earth-rank technique couldn't satisfy this young fellow's appetite.
But thinking back, he had sensed those fierce fluctuations from the battle and realized someone had entered the Underground Magma World. He had expended his soul power to make one final gamble.
He had hoped to draw that person over and gain a chance at survival.
Things had gone as he had hoped. Someone really had come, and it was a young man with monstrous talent at that. Although he didn't know whether his soul fluctuations had drawn him here, the result had already achieved his goal, so the process no longer mattered.
But using his already depleted soul power had left him even weaker. He was now barely more than an insubstantial phantom. The three years he had mentioned earlier had been an exaggeration; in truth, he probably had only a little over a year left.
If he let this young man slip away, his hope of survival would be severed completely.
Now isn't the time to worry about worldly possessions. They're useless to me anyway. There's no harm in giving them away as an investment in befriending this young man.
With that thought, Yao Tianhuo yielded to reality and restored his smile. "Young friend, I also have a scroll containing an Earth-Rank Sealing Technique and a heavenly flame seed. I can give you both as well. Let's set aside whether you can restore my soul for now. All