"Little girl!"
Watching this scene, Ye Mo’s eyes turned blood-red.
"Soul Master, I will burn my Charm Spirit Physique, gathering the strongest attack to wound your origin, leaving you gravely injured, unable to recover to your peak within a hundred years."
The little girl’s body completely transford into flas, dividing into six flas, forming a peculiar formation in the air, directly sealing the Soul Master’s consciousness. That consciousness kept darting around in the formation, but no matter what, it couldn’t escape.
"You bastard! Let out!"
An earth-shattering roar erupted from the Soul Master’s consciousness, as he sensed a dangerous aura from the formation.
Whoosh!
Within the array, the six flas converged in the air into a single point, shooting straight at the consciousness.
Boom!
"You bastards, bastards, bastards, you will regret this!"
Under the gaze of several targets, the Soul Master’s consciousness completely dissipated, leaving behind an imnsely angry grudge.
"Little girl, little girl!"
Ye Mo stared blankly at the scene, his body instantly appearing beside the formation, desperately searching for the little girl’s figure, but finding none. In an instant, Ye Mo felt as if he’d lost the most important thing, as if his entire heart had been hollowed out.
"Little girl!"
Ye Mo began to cry out loud, utterly not expecting that the mont the little girl’s strength was restored would be the mont they’d be separated by life and death. He also couldn’t understand why the little girl, at any cost, would burn her spirit to attack the Soul Master’s consciousness.
"Brother Ye Mo!"
Amidst Ye Mo’s cries of sorrow and pain, a clear voice rang out from behind him.
Ye Mo was startled, turning around to see an ethereal figure, like a spirit, appearing before him.
"Little girl!"
Ye Mo rushed forward but embraced nothing but air, while the little girl’s ethereal form floated upward.
"Brother Ye Mo, the little girl has only a few minutes left; will you stand there quietly and listen to what the little girl has to say?"
The little girl’s face wore an incomparably bright smile.
"Tell , little girl, tell !"
Ye Mo wiped away a tear and said.
"When the little girl was regaining her strength in the Heavenly Talisman Realm, her mory gradually returned. When she knew all her mories, the little girl began to regret, wishing she could just be the little girl who hid every day in the Suru ring, playing with Little Jing."
"Fu Chen could refine a Half-Deity Tier Seal like the little girl because he obtained a Seal Stone left by Heavenly King Fojiang, which recorded the thod to refine such a seal and, naturally, contained a mission."
"The little girl’s birth was rely to protect the peace of this continent. The strength of the Soul Master makes him one of the top three in the entire secular world. If he were to lead the Army of Wraiths against our Lingwu Continent, we would surely face devastation. If the little girl released the Soul Master’s consciousness, when he attacked the Wraith Land, we would be unable to resist. The little girl had to burn herself, harm his will, greatly reducing his strength, to protect the continent, at least giving Lingwu Continent a chance to resist the Wraith Land."
The little girl’s words instantly made Ye Mo understand why she had done this. She sacrificed herself to protect the Lingwu Continent—it was her mission.
"Brother Ye Mo, I’m sorry, the little girl can no longer accompany you in cultivation."
As she spoke, the little girl’s eyes also began to moisten: "You must strive in your cultivation, protect your continent, don’t let the little girl’s sacrifice be in vain."
"And when you marry Sister Xiao Yue, rember to tell the little girl, so she can congratulate you, and hopefully, you can have a chubby little boy and tell him he has an aunt nad Little Girl."
As the little girl spoke, a tear fell from her cheek, and her ethereal figure slowly faded away.
"Little girl, little girl!"
"Soul Master!"
Ye Mo roared loudly: "I, Ye Mo, swear a blood oath today, if I do not kill you, I swear not to be a human."
"This is Rune Spirit Tears!"
Fu Rong caught the tear that the little girl dropped, which had solidified into a crystal-like tear: "It is said that when a Charm Spirit falls in love, it leaves behind Rune Spirit Tears."
Fu Rong took out a charm and crushed the Rune Spirit Tears, imdiately starting to draw, and then the seal shone with a faint spirituality.
"Phew!"
Fu Rong took a deep breath, looking at the still grieving Ye Mo, said: "Ye Mo, don’t be sad, there’s still hope for the little girl’s rescue."
Indeed, these words were like an injection of adrenaline, instantly reviving him, as he said excitedly: "What did you say? There’s hope for the little girl? She has already burned her Charm Spirit Physique, how could there still be hope?"
"Just now, when the little girl disappeared, she left behind a drop of Rune Spirit Tears. I sealed this Rune Spirit Tear in this charm, and if you have the power to draw a Ten Tier charm, you might be able to redraw the little girl, and this drop of Rune Spirit Tears contains all of the little girl’s mories."
Fu Rong said calmly.
Redrawing a Ten Tier charm, especially using the thods of Fu Chen and others, could recreate a Charm Spirit identical to the little girl, but it wouldn’t truly be her. However, with this drop of Rune Spirit Tears, it could fully awaken her mories.
The most crucial part is to possess the strength to refine a Ten Tier charm, and of course, prepare quite a few materials.
"Senior Fu Rong, you’re not just saying this to comfort , are you?"
Ye Mo regained his senses and couldn’t help but ask.
"If you don’t believe , you can look it up in the books."
As she spoke, Fu Rong handed the charm to Ye Mo: "Keep it well. Crafting a Ten Tier charm is no easy task—that requires strength beyond the secular world. But at least, there’s a glimr of hope."
"I will make sure you reappear before ."
Ye Mo gritted his teeth, recalling the previous scene, his body surged with a sense of ferocity.
"Soul Master, I will kill you!"
Ye Mo said softly.
"Ye Mo, you must not be impulsive. The Soul Master is not soone you can contend with now. Focus on your cultivation. In ten years, that will be your ti to roam the continent and protect it."
Fu Rong started to remind him, as in the face of true battles, genius alone is of no use—only truly grown talents can play their part.
Ye Mo still needed to grow.
"Ten years is too long!"
Ye Mo sighed quietly.
No one expected that the Rune Convention of the Lingwu Continent would end in such a manner.
Although Ye Mo won the championship of the convention, there was no celebration; everyone was imrsed in pain because Lingwu Continent’s first charm master, Fu Chen, had fallen.
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