Douluo Continent: I, Long Aotian, will not be a supporting character.

Where the crystal dragon turtle had once resided, only a huge, crystal-clear turtle corpse remained. Though lifeless, it exuded an eternal majesty, silently guarding this crystal forest.

Ao Yumou reached out and beckoned, and a skeleton with a crystal-like luster quickly floated into Ao Yumou's hand.

A 100,000-year-old soul beast will produce the missing soul bones for the parts of a soul master, and this piece is the last soul bone that Ao Yumou is missing, and also the most important torso soul bone.

Ao Yumou also took the opportunity to begin fusing with this 100,000-year-old torso and soul bone.

Several hours later, Ao Yumou's torso and soul bones had fully fused. She opened her eyes and said, "Is this... the power of a Title Douluo?"

Nourished by the 100,000-year-old soul ring and 100,000-year-old soul bone, Ao Yumou felt an unprecedented surge of power within her body, and a hint of pleasure flashed in her eyes.

Both Long Yuanba and his son Long Aotian offered their congratulations, saying, "Congratulations, wife/mother."

Poisonous Death asked, "Rainy Eyes, what kind of soul skill did this 100,000-year-old crystal dragon turtle provide you?"

Long Yuanba and Long Aotian also looked at Ao Yumou with curiosity.

"This 100,000-year-old crystal dragon turtle, along with its spirit rings and spirit bones, provided me with a total of four spirit skills. Two of the spirit ring skills are Crystal Domain, which can form a crystal forest after use and has the ability to suppress, absorb, and reflect the opponent's spirit power. It is a domain skill. The other is Crystal Mirror Annihilation, which can crystallize the enemy's spirit skill elemental energy and physical body, and then destroy them."

"Two soul bone skills. One is Crystal Image, which can pre-copy a soul skill, regardless of its attribute, whether it is a power attack, defense, agility attack, control, support, or healing skill, and then use it when needed. The other is Crystal Mirror, which forms a crystal mirror that can not only block physical attacks but also reflect energy attacks."

Poisonous Death spoke up, "Not bad, as expected of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, these four soul skills are all very powerful and practical. This trip is finally complete. Let's return."

Long Aotian and his group set off to return to the Body Sect.

As dusk fell on the west coast, the sun had already set, and the howling sea wind carried a desolate and somber feeling. The afterglow was like blood, and the surging waves were dyed dark red, crashing against the jagged black reefs with a thunderous roar.

Long Aotian and his group flew swiftly from the sea toward the west coast.

After several days of continuous flight, the group finally saw the mainland again. After flying for so long over the boundless sea, everyone was a little tired. Now that they were finally close to the mainland, they couldn't help but speed up again.

Suddenly, a sharp and mournful sword cry, mixed with the roar of a soul beast, drifted into the ears of Long Aotian and the others on the sea breeze.

Long Aotian frowned slightly and turned to look at the source of the sound.

Not far away, on a protruding cliff, a one-sided massacre was about to come to an end.

Dozens of thousand-year-old saber-toothed walruses formed a fan-shaped encirclement, cornering a young man. These spirit beasts had thick hides and fangs like knives, and each exuded a chilling, fishy stench.

The boy was unrecognizable. He was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and the longsword in his hand was chipped and dented.

"Cough..." The boy spat out a mouthful of blood, which was instantly dispersed by the sea breeze, and his vision began to blur, but his eyes remained fixed on the group of soul beasts in front of him.

His martial spirit—the sword that had accompanied him for many years—was now trembling with a mournful sound, its blade covered with spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

Is this the limit?

In pursuit of the ultimate sword intent, he came alone to this dangerous west coast to hone his skills, but unexpectedly encountered an attack by a herd of saber-toothed walruses.

A massive saber-toothed walrus leader let out a deafening roar. Its two-meter-long tusks gleamed with a ghostly blue spiritual energy, a sign that it was about to unleash a fatal attack.

The surrounding ordinary saber-toothed walruses seemed to have received a signal, and they all lowered their bodies, preparing to launch a final charge.

The boy tried to raise the sword, but his arm felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead.

Despair does not come from death, but from the shattering sword in my hand.

"Is it going to end... my swordsmanship..." the boy murmured in despair.

In an instant, the tusks of the saber-toothed walrus flashed with sword light from all directions, piercing towards the boy.

Just as the fangs were about to pierce the boy's body, a golden streak of light fell like a meteorite, crashing down among the walrus herd.

"boom--!!!"

The enormous impact instantly created a giant wave tens of meters high. The saber-toothed walrus leader, who was at the forefront, was instantly blasted away by a domineering force, and his massive body crashed into the sea. When the other saber-toothed walruses saw that their leader had been knocked back in one move, they were immediately frightened and twisted their fat bodies as they jumped into the sea.

Amidst the mingling of smoke and mist, a figure slowly emerged.

The newcomer was none other than Long Aotian. He jumped directly from his father's arms high in the sky and took the initiative to save the human boy from the clutches of death.

Long Aotian slowly turned around, looking at the swaying human figure behind him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. This young man has such a handsome face.

The boy, clinging to his last shred of consciousness, looked at the stranger who had descended like a god and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ji Juechen, thank you for your kindness..." Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed into a pool of blood and fell into a coma.

Long Aotian's heart stirred slightly, "Ji Juechen?"

He recognized the boy. In the original storyline, he was a "sword fanatic" who would give up everything for the sword. Although limited by his innate soul power, his indomitable will and pursuit of the sword still allowed him to reach the level of a Title Douluo. His dedication to the sword was truly moving.

Unexpectedly, he ran into them here, at this time.

Poison Must Die, Long Yuanba, and Ao Yumou have also fallen from the sky.

Long Aotian took a step forward and instantly appeared in front of Ji Juechen, grabbing his wrist.

"Seventy percent of my meridians are broken, and my martial spirit is on the verge of shattering." Long Aotian shook his head, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes. Not everyone is as lucky as him, born with a powerful background and possessing unique talent after awakening his martial spirit, never encountering any difficulties in cultivation.

On the Douluo Continent, there are many Soul Masters like Ji Juechen, who have no background and average talent. Countless such Soul Masters have disappeared into the mortal world.

Long Aotian channeled a surge of soul power into Ji Juechen's body. Ji Juechen's consciousness blurred, but he felt a warm current flow into his body through his wrist, protecting his last remaining heart meridian.