C337 White Bone Grew Flesh

Yu Yuan could no longer concern himself with the surrounding battles.

Xu Zixi and the white-haired crone, Yan Qiling and Bai Shang, Zhou Cangmin and Shen Feiqing...

He was indifferent to the ferocious clashes among the three parties, even to the death of Wang Jinlin.

His finger, pointed at the Shura Eye in the Dark Realm, had become encased in a layer of ghostly blue frost.

This frost was born of the icy currents from the desolate and shadowy lands within the eyeball, seeping out and freezing his finger, rendering it numb.

In fact, he was nearly unable to feel his palm at all, as if it no longer belonged to him.

His tactile sense was on the verge of being completely lost...

Droplets of blood, oozing from his cracked skin, solidified into blood crystals in the frigid air.

The sword light, coursing towards the Shura Eye with its piercing space magic, was congested due to obstructed meridians and the icy flow.

Invisible to the naked eye, deep within the bones of his palm, two forces were engaged in a frenzied collision!

One force, emanating from the brown eyeball, was the luminous blue ice.

The other, surging from the sword light in his arm bone, was infused with space magic and an exquisitely sharp sword's will, manifesting as threads of red crystal.

In the realm of the heaven soul's perception, these myriad forces were densely packed.

His palm had become the epicenter of this fierce contest!

The sword light and the refined sword's will, brimming with space magic, failed to penetrate the brown eyeball once more. Instead, they found a new battleground within his palm. The current tide of battle suggested that the Shura's power amassed within the eyeball was gaining dominance.

The Dark Realm Shura's force was infiltrating his palm, creeping from the eyeball.

And it was gradually advancing up his arm bone meridians.

Should his palm fall, the sinister blue energy of the Dark Realm Shura would follow suit, invading his forearm and then the upper arm.

He might perish before the sword spirit could fully awaken or the sword could be swung.

And with his death, the sword spirit, born of him and bonded to his arm bone, would also perish.

The Dark Realm Shura would then return to the world, restored to its full might!

The Forgotten Ruins, along with the Silvermoon and Sunblessed Empires, and even Aetherius itself, might be subjected to a bloody baptism at the hands of this Dark Realm Shura. Yu Yuan might not care for the world or the mortals of these nations, but he had loved ones in this life—friends and family—who would also perish.

More crucially, the soul he had painstakingly revived was at risk of being extinguished.

"Are you there?"

As he watched his arm's flesh split open and his palm become encased in dark blue frost, Yu Yuan felt numb, devoid of sensation. He concentrated within, reaching out to the sword spirit that had once resonated within the interwoven sword light.

With his heaven soul, he seemed to see speckled lights twinkling like stars within the strands of sword light.

These dazzling points were the remnants of the sword spirit's soul, scattered in hiding and now converging in this critical moment.

Gradually, the ancient, vast, and immense presence began to coalesce from the multitude of brilliant points, silently taking shape.

He knew the sword spirit was present; otherwise, the white-haired crone's demon snake identity wouldn't have abruptly entered his earthly soul, embedding itself as a profound memory.

Yet, the sword spirit's full awakening was agonizingly slow.

He feared he might not last...

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The skin on his bare arm appeared to be violently ripped open, revealing the bone beneath.

The bones glowed like red crystals, emitting a blinding divine light.

Regrettably, even the bones and the robust tendons attached to them could no longer withstand the fearsome sword's will and were on the verge of bursting apart.

Once the tendons snapped and the bones shattered, wielding the sword would become impossible.

Should his body explode and perish, his three souls would turn to dust, leaving no chance for rebirth.

He did not wish to die, so he was frantic, pondering how to overcome and survive this dire predicament.

Drip!

Suddenly, a drop of shimmering silver fell from the heavens.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a silver blood droplet, brimming with the potent aura of a dragon.

Dragon blood!

The Silverfrost Dragon, the dragon blood of Bai Shuang!

Looking up at the sky, he saw the floating island drifting directly above him.

Dragon tendons, knotted and strong, anchored the island, while below it mingled the flesh and blood of the Nagas with that of Bai Shuang.

The island itself was crafted from the shattered remains of Bai Shuang's dragon bones.

And those shimmering silver beads? They were the lifeblood of Bai Shuang's fallen kin!

A single drop of this Naga lifeblood fell upon his arm bone, stripped of flesh, and suddenly unleashed a torrent of vitality.

Yu Yuan's arm regenerated flesh from bare bone!

Veins, once on the verge of bursting, regained their resilience and were once again enveloped in new flesh and blood.

Drip! Drip!

More dragon blood rained down from the floating island, each drop precisely hitting Yu Yuan's hand as if guided by sight.

Every drop contained not only Bai Shuang's refined dragon's breath and the essence of vitality but also a strand of strange power, distilled from the Forgotten Ruins, seemingly capable of miraculous feats such as mending flesh and resurrecting bone.

Then, Yu Yuan's overburdened arm, instead of shattering, was sustained by the life-giving dragon blood.

Out of Yu Yuan's sight, Yu Zhu's ethereal silhouette was shrouded in a kaleidoscope of noxious miasma.

Yu Zhu was perched atop the floating island.

Wisps of mist, imbued with her psionic power, coalesced around her and seeped into the island beneath her, infusing it with the lifeblood of the seventh-level Silverfrost Dragon she had yet to fully assimilate.

Unbeknownst to others, the toll this took on her was immense, the effort excruciating.

Bai Shuang's dragon blood was rich in vitality and psionic power, yet it also harbored a latent frost force.

She had to extract this frost force, capturing only the vitality and psionic power, and then imbue it with a sliver of her own heart's blood. Only by sacrificing her own well-being could she endow the dragon blood with the miraculous properties of regenerating flesh from White Bone.

Without her intervention, Bai Shuang's dragon blood would have only compounded Yu Yuan's injuries.

The scorching sun had lost its harshness.

High above, Liu Ying of the Starmoon Sect anxiously watched a crystal-clear stone as large as a mirror, observing the unfolding events within.

She witnessed Le Baixiong slaying Wei Wujiang and the elite of the Silvermoon Empire scattering in the wake of the Nimbuswing's downfall.

Le Baixiong was mounted on the Blackfang Beast, commanding the soldiers clad in black armor to pursue the cultivators from various families and factions who had plummeted from the Nimbuswing.

She hadn't heard the spirit message that the High Oracle had passed to Yang Yinquan and was unaware of Le Baixiong's intentions.

The scene shifted, and her expression subtly changed.

She witnessed Yu Yuan's flesh tear open, his bones gleaming with a crystalline brilliance exposed. The robust and resilient veins were starkly visible.

Then, she saw a drop of shimmering silver blood fall. The tendons in Yu Yuan's arm, on the brink of snapping, were swiftly enveloped by regenerating flesh.

Tracing the path of the falling blood droplet, her gaze naturally landed on Yu Zhu, who, exhausted from her powerful spellcasting, was unable to shield the floating island.

Yu Zhu, frail and emaciated, seemed to be enduring immense pain, on the verge of collapse.

Thin streams of blood seeped from the natural armor over her chest, mingling with the dragon blood she had refined.

The moment her heart's blood touched the dragon blood, she shuddered with agony.

The act of using her own blood to erase the frosty power within the dragon blood, preserving only its vital essence, was akin to excruciatingly peeling away her own flesh.

Sweat covered her body as her eyes and face betrayed her suffering.

Nevertheless, she continued to refine each drop of dragon blood, sprinkling it onto Yu Yuan's limbs, aiding the White Bone in regenerating tissue and ensuring the path to awakening the sword spirit remained unbroken.

Through her Fallen Star Eyes, Liu Ying could see every one of Yu Zhu's actions, observing as she sacrificed her own wellbeing to assist Yu Yuan.

Liu Ying was suddenly moved.

Not all beings from other realms were devoid of compassion, driven by brutality.

Yu Zhu, who initially left a terrible impression on her with her deadly venom, remained unaffected by Bai Shang's temptations. She was now exerting her last bit of strength to protect Yu Yuan when he was on the brink of collapse. Wasn't this proof right before her eyes?

It was clear that she would rather face death than see Yu Yuan come to harm.

Yu Yuan, empowered by the residual sword spirit and sword's will of a Moon Slayer master, was enduring the pain of the Shura's counterattacks in the Dark Realm with remarkable resolve.

Yet, because of Yu Yuan, she was bearing an even greater torment!

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