Long Xiaoyao's figure shifted slightly, and in the next instant, he appeared silently before Castorice. The terrifying aura that had caused heaven and earth to change color had already been completely retracted.
He looked at the girl before him, with her world-toppling beauty and unique temperament, a flicker of imperceptible gentleness flashing in his eyes.
Nominally, Castorice was Ye Xishui's Disciple, but in daily life, he had also given her no small amount of guidance in her cultivation. To some extent, she could be considered his half-Disciple.
"Go on, little Castorice."
Long Xiaoyao's voice was peaceful, yet it carried a hint of a warning.
"You should be very clear about the consequences of failing to absorb a One hundred thousand year spirit ring."
His words were very direct.
How violent was the energy contained within a One hundred thousand year spirit ring? Within it also lurked the unwilling remnant Soul and resentment of the Soul Beast before its death.
Even an ordinary Titled Douluo would need to be extremely cautious when absorbing one, as it was a life-or-death gamble.
She, a Soul King who had just achieved a Breakthrough, actually wanted to leapfrog levels to absorb a One hundred thousand year spirit ring. If word of this got out, outsiders would only think she was crazy and seeking her own death.
Once the absorption began, there would be no turning back. Failure had only one outcome—the total destruction of both body and Soul.
"I know."
Castorice nodded calmly, her purple eyes showing not the slightest hint of hesitation or fear, as if what Long Xiaoyao said was merely a trivial matter.
Looking at her like this, Long Xiaoyao's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp gaze seemingly wanting to penetrate her body.
As one of Castorice's teachers, he naturally knew the girl's background.
That special Physique of hers, that flowing golden blood containing incredible power, was by no means something mundane.
He and Ye Xishui had discussed it many times and were inclined to believe that Castorice was likely the descendant of some Divinity, or had inherited some ancient and powerful divine Bloodline.
Although this was just a guess, that mysterious Bloodline truly brought Castorice all-around, Heaven-Defying growth.
Her Physical Body's strength far exceeded Soul Masters of the same rank, and her mental force was as vast as the ocean.
It was precisely this Foundation that far exceeded common sense that gave her the confidence and capital to dare to touch a One hundred thousand year spirit ring with the body of a Soul King.
"In that case, go then."
Long Xiaoyao said no more, stepping back with his hands behind his back to clear the space.
He and the nearby Fei Yan would become her Protectors.
Castorice gave a final slight nod to Long Xiaoyao, then turned resolutely, walking with steady steps toward the Dark Prison Demon Owl that lay prostrate on the ground like a small mountain, its aura withered yet still emitting heart-palpitating fluctuations.
Standing before the dying Dark Prison Demon Owl, with a thought, a profound, cold aura that seemed like the end of all things spread from within her body.
Martial Soul released: Regent of Death Ruonawa.
A beautiful figure with white hair and golden eyes, dressed in black with black wings of death on her back, emerged behind her, carrying an innate nobility and mystery.
At the same time, four spirit rings that far exceeded common sense rose from beneath her feet, encircling her body—purple, purple, black, black.
If this kind of spirit ring configuration were known to the outside world, it would be enough to cause a shock throughout the entire Spirit Master's world.
Long Xiaoyao and Fei Yan watched quietly from the side.
They both knew that even if the Dark Prison Demon Owl was currently heavily injured and on the verge of death, the strength of its One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast body was by no means something a Soul King could break through.
Those feathers, forged like fine steel and containing the Origin of darkness, were the sturdiest of armors.
However, neither of them had any intention of stepping in to help, because they knew Castorice had her own means.
Castorice's profound black fourth spirit ring suddenly lit up, its light shining brilliantly.
Fourth Soul Skill: Deaths Memory.
As the Spirit Ability was activated, a blurry female phantom, distinctly different from the Regent of Death phantom and more solid yet also more eerie, emerged behind Castorice.
Although this phantom's face was unclear, its posture and the small blood-colored tower it held, which emitted a thick aura of death and bloodiness, were incredibly familiar to Long Xiaoyao and Fei Yan.
In the next moment, that female phantom seemed to be endowed with spirituality. She raised the small red tower in her hand and aimed it at the defenseless Dark Prison Demon Owl on the ground.
Hum—!
A blood-colored beam of light, refined to the extreme and seemingly formed from the wails of countless resentful Souls and the intent of bloody slaughter, violently shot out from the tower.
The moment this beam appeared, the surrounding space was torn with fine black cracks, and the ear-piercing shrieks of resentful Souls soared into the sky, as if to drag one's Soul into the depths of Hell.
Light of the Death God!
"Gaaah—!!!"
The Dark Prison Demon Owl's last remaining consciousness let out a final, utterly desperate cry of sorrow.
That tough head, capable of withstanding the full-force attack of a Titled Douluo, was pierced through instantly like paper before this blood-colored beam.
A charred hole with a strange red glow at its edges appeared on its head, and all life was completely annihilated by the aura of death in an instant.
Its massive body twitched violently once, then stiffened completely, no longer making any sound.
A deep, blood-like One hundred thousand year spirit ring, radiating majestic energy, slowly rose from its massive corpse. Above that spirit ring, faint phantoms of resentful Souls were seen Entanglement it, manifesting its extraordinary nature and danger.
On the side, Scarlet Douluo Fei Yan watched the slowly dissipating female phantom and the small red tower, a flicker of trepidation flashing in her eyes as she couldn't help but sigh:
"The Supreme Cult Master's Light of the Death God, no matter how many times I see it, it is always so terrifyingly peerless, and so... fascinating."
Indeed, the female phantom that appeared behind Castorice was precisely a projection of the Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui.
And the small red tower in her hand was that notoriously infamous ninth-level spirit tool, which could even be promoted to a tenth-level spirit tool in the future—the Death God Tower.
That blood-colored beam was precisely the attack that Ye Xishui could only launch by relying on the Death God Tower—the Light of the Death God.
This strike was peerless in power. If an ordinary Titled Douluo were hit directly and had no special life-saving means, they would fall in an instant.
And Castorice, as a Spirit Ancestor, could actually release such a terrifying attack. The root of it lay in her Fourth Soul Skill—Deaths Memory.
The effect of this Soul Skill, as the name implied, was to reproduce an attack that had previously caused one's own death.
This ability, if placed on almost any other Soul Master, would be nearly useless trash.
Because the prerequisite for its activation was that one must have personally experienced death; in other words, one had to have truly died once.
However, this seemingly absurd restriction was, for Castorice, the most perfect match.
Because her Second Spirit Skill was called—Death Dreamscape.
The effect of Death Dreamscape was the ability to transform the result of a "death" inflicted upon oneself into a "dream" under certain conditions.
Although this Spirit Ability had huge restrictions, only being usable once a day and consuming a massive amount of Soul Power, it was undoubtedly a Heaven-Defying life-saving divine skill.
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