Ling Ye spoke: “I am the Destruction Begonia Emperor who has lived for 100,000 years. Due to the schemes of the Three Upper Sects, my origin source has been damaged, and I am destined to be unable to survive the coming 100,000-year heavenly tribulation. Therefore, I will perform a sacrifice.”
“A… sacrifice?” Ye Lingling’s pupils suddenly contracted.
She came from the Ye family, which had deep roots in the Spirit Master world.
Naturally, she had read about the legends of 100,000-year Spirit Beasts sacrificing themselves in ancient texts.
“That’s right. I will sacrifice my 100,000 years of cultivation, my soul, and my physical body, offering them completely to you, becoming your third Spirit Ring.”
Ling Ye stared at her intently, his gaze burning.
“But as a price, my soul will reside within your body, transforming into your Intelligent Spirit Ring.”
“From now on, you and I will be one, sharing life and death. You will wield my power of Destruction to climb to the peak of godhood, and I will use your body to reshape my divine form!”
Hearing these insane words, Ye Lingling was completely stunned.
Her initial reaction was not ecstatic joy, but deep suspicion and fear.
“No… impossible…” Ye Lingling shook her head in despair, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
“I’m just a Rank 30 support-type Spirit Master. My Spirit is the Nine Heart Begonia, which has no offensive ability whatsoever.”
“And… and my Spirit attribute is pure Life, while yours is Destruction. Once these two opposing forces clash, not only will I die, but even my mother will be caught up in it and perish.”
The young girl’s concerns were not without reason; Life and Destruction were fundamentally opposite forces.
He looked at the frail girl before him, dominated by fear and sinking into self-doubt.
Ling Ye furrowed his brow slightly, then abruptly took a step forward.
Under Ye Lingling’s panicked gaze, he slowly leaned down.
Ling Ye reached out with a cold hand and lifted the girl’s smooth, jade-like chin, which trembled slightly from fear.
Ye Lingling was forced to raise her head.
Her clear eyes, brimming with tears, met Ling Ye’s fanatical and domineering purple-black pupils.
“Listen, little girl.”
Ling Ye’s voice softened a little.
“I, a 100,000-year Spirit Ring, along with a Spirit Bone—this monumental opportunity can revolutionize your support-type Spirit. It can even… break that vicious curse upon your Ye family: ‘Nine Heart Begonia, single line inheritance, only two may live at the same time.'”
“Break… the family curse?”
These words seemed to possess a magical power, instantly piercing through Ye Lingling’s psychological defenses.
The curse of the Nine Heart Begonia hung over the Ye family like the Sword of Damocles, generation after generation.
If she were to have children in the future and wished for them to awaken the Nine Heart Begonia, or simply for the child to survive, either she or her mother would have to die.
What a cruel fate!
Seeing the light gradually reignite in the girl’s eyes, Ling Ye released her chin and spoke firmly: “You must accept this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You need not worry about your body exploding or attribute conflicts.”
Ling Ye straightened his body and spread his arms wide.
Behind him, the main body of the Destruction Begonia let out an earth-shattering roar, as if proclaiming its defiance to the world.
“Because, during this sacrificial process, I will suppress all violent energy and convert it into the gentlest form to inject into your body. Your only task is to keep your consciousness clear and not lose yourself during the fusion.”
“Remember, I am with you the entire time!”
These words were like a steady anchor, driven deep into Ye Lingling’s panicked heart.
Ye Lingling looked down at her mother, unconscious on the ground.
Scenes of her family’s generations, bound by the curse of life and death, flashed through her mind.
If she missed this opportunity today, she would forever be nothing more than a protected support-type Spirit Master, forever unable to control her own destiny.
She slowly stood up.
Although her legs were still a bit weak, and she still instinctively trembled when facing that immense destructive aura; a firm resolve, never seen before, gradually appeared on the girl’s beautiful face, which had been full of fear moments ago.
She reached out with a small, snow-white hand and haphazardly wiped away the tear stains on her face.
She took a deep breath and gently bit her bright red lip, the one she had bitten earlier, from which a trace of blood was still seeping.
Facing Ling Ye’s oppressive gaze, she nodded firmly.
“Senior, I can do this!”
The girl’s voice was not loud, even carrying a hint of childishness and a tremble, but it was exceptionally clear and resolute.
“Hahaha… Good! As expected of the one I chose.” Ling Ye let out an extremely arrogant laugh towards the sky.
Boom—!
The moment Ye Lingling agreed, an indescribable, terrifyingly intense blood-red light erupted from the center of the massive Destruction Begonia Emperor.
It was an extremely pure, extremely tempting blood-red color.
Time itself seemed to stop flowing at this moment.
The entire world was forcibly frozen in mid-air by this absolute magnetic field, a force that had been cultivated for 100,000 years.
The sacrificial ceremony of the 100,000-year Spirit Beast’s soul had officially begun!
Ling Ye’s soul phantom, already covered in cracks, blazed fiercely within the blood-red light, transforming into specks of dark golden starlight.
He cast a deep glance at Ye Lingling, a flash of madness and anticipation in his eyes.
“I’m coming in. Hold on. If you really can’t take it, just scream.”
As Ling Ye’s voice faded, the blood-red light that filled the sky, along with the incomparably massive Destruction Begonia, instantly transformed into a pillar of blood-red light that pierced the heavens and the earth, completely devouring Ye Lingling’s petite frame.
At the very center of the light pillar, Ye Lingling was now enduring inhuman torture unimaginable to ordinary people.
“Ugh… Ah—!”
Ye Lingling bit down hard on her pale lip, and an extremely suppressed cry of pain escaped from her throat.
On her originally jade-white and fair skin, tiny bloody cracks suddenly burst open, as if she were a piece of exquisite porcelain about to shatter.
That violent power of Destruction rampaged wildly within Ye Lingling’s meridians like countless sharp steel blades.
Each surge of energy was accompanied by the tearing of meridians and the excruciating pain of them being forcibly repaired.
“No… I can’t hold on…”
Ye Lingling’s consciousness began to blur, and her vision turned black.
She felt as if her body was a balloon being constantly inflated, ready to explode with a bang at any moment, turning into a bloody mist.
A haze of despair gradually shrouded the young girl’s heart.
At this critical moment, a ripple of deep purple suddenly stirred within Ye Lingling’s mental world, which was on the verge of collapse.
Ling Ye’s tall figure appeared out of thin air.
He looked at Ye Lingling, whose mental body had already begun to waver, but his eyes were filled with encouragement.
“Little girl, grit your teeth and hold on. Think of your mother. Think of the infamous curse your Ye family has borne for generations. Do you want to give up here, and let your mother wake up to find only a cold corpse?”
Ling Ye’s words stabbed into Ye Lingling’s heart like needles, precisely hitting her softest yet most resilient spot.
“Mother… the curse…”