lol: Bind Syndra at the start

The image Ryan manifested in the spirit realm reminded Yi of the last in his long line of titles—the Black Sun of Navoli.

Ryan is indeed like a black sun wandering among the dense negativity.

The light he radiates will instinctively sweep away the pain and despair around him.

They covered a long distance at a leisurely pace, and wherever they passed was like the changing of seasons.

The vines were swallowed by the gloomy light, and the spirits within them were redeemed.

The former is not surprising.

It was the latter that surprised him.

The gloomy darkness actually spared the dying souls.

Although Ryan has done a lot of good things with the power of darkness.

Including the destruction of the Noxian fleet;

Save the Wuji Sword Village from the siege of flames...

But those stories that have been passed down for hundreds of years will always leave a deep stereotype in the deepest part of everyone's mind.

Even Yi would always feel inexplicably alert because of that gloomy atmosphere.

But no matter how strong the shield is, it cannot withstand all attacks.

The ideas about darkness that were "implanted" in Yi's mind were being reversed by the scenes he witnessed with his own eyes.

"How on earth did you do that?"

When Ryan had cleaned up most of the pollution, Yi couldn't help but ask.

"What did you do?" Ryan looked back blankly.

He didn't know that from Yi's perspective, countless spirits were following and singing joyfully around them.

As someone surrounded by spirits, Ryan could only feel a warmth that came from his soul.

But this was the most shocking sight Yi had ever seen since he began observing these spirits.

Ionia is the closest location to the spiritual realm in the real dimension. The Ionians' long-term use of the spiritual realm has made many spirits wary of the human species.

Only the most devout believers in nature and those restorers with a strong natural affinity can communicate directly with spirits.

But Ryan is no longer simply communicating.

His entire body was almost completely surrounded by spirits.

Those spirits were expressing their gratitude and praising Ryan's actions in their own way.

So much so that Yi had to move away to avoid blocking the spirits.

"While eliminating pollution, we do not harm the soul..."

Yi also thought about how to clean up the pollution last night.

The solution he finally came up with was to free these souls who were in deep pain.

Just like his actions in the original work, he used time to slowly eliminate these pollutions.

And in this process, these bound spirits will inevitably perish.

"Is that so?" Ryan didn't realize what he had done.

He tends to follow only one rule when using dark magic.

That is to think about how to achieve a certain effect.

Then just do it according to your own thinking.

"...I just wanted to cleanse the contamination left by the alchemical flames, and then I cleared it away."

Ryan responded as a matter of course.

It's not that he is imitating someone's Versailles.

But this is how he used dark magic from the beginning!

To be honest, it can only be attributed to the fact that dark magic is indeed effective.

"..."

Yi fell silent in Ling's joy.

He suddenly felt that Vastaya Xiarui's "depreciation" of him was well-aimed.

There are indeed differences between people.

The earth also echoes the joy of the spirit.

The tenacity of life always blooms in some inconspicuous corner.

Even in places burned by alchemical flames and polluted by alchemical wastewater, green still quietly persists.

When Ryan dispelled those filthy forces, the lives that were still holding on also danced to the singing of the spirits.

Peach blossoms burst forth from where the vines had coiled, and the listless bamboo branches straightened themselves up like divas about to take the stage.

If someone looked down from above, they would see Ryan moving forward.

The colors of life are constantly rippling across the gray-brown earth.

This feast of living towards death lasted until the early morning of the next day.

The dim light illuminated Ryan's cheeks again, but this time, although he had not slept all night, he looked particularly energetic.

He could not see what the spirit was doing.

But this does not prevent the spirit from actively giving him those powers belonging to the spiritual realm as gifts.

Yi was behind Ryan, and fatigue had already crept up on his body and mind.

Those spirits that exist in the spiritual realm are too matter-of-fact, so that almost none of the praises and compliments reach them.

Through the kaleidoscope lens, he could see that Ryan's soul strength had increased to an extent he could not imagine in just one day.

Although the rescued souls are weak, when the rescue area spreads to the entire mountain area, even the weakest trickles can converge into a surging lake or sea.

So much so that even if he puts aside the power of darkness, Ryan can still be a "giant" in the spiritual realm.

Even Yi could hear those spirits giving Ryan a title - the Benevolent Black Sun!

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I hope all my brothers will be in good health and all the best in 2025!

Chapter 169 Our Own Spirit

When the last trace of pollution was removed, Yi relayed what he saw to Ryan.

As a swordsman who has been focused on training since childhood, his depiction ability is not very good, but he can still basically restore the picture.

After all, a truly shocking scene does not need to be described in fancy words, it only needs to be restored in a simple and unpretentious way.

"So they're still there?"

Ryan raised his hand and touched the air in front of him.

From Yi's perspective, the spirits swarmed over the moment Ryan raised his hand.

The aloof Ling is like a clingy family dog ​​to Ryan.

This description may not be appropriate, but it can perfectly restore the real scene.

"Yes, they are still there."

Yi couldn't help showing his envy, but he knew that it was impossible for him to get such treatment.

So he looked away and looked in the direction they came from.

There were already buds of life there, fragile and young plants stubbornly poking out from the charred mud.

When the light shines on it, the morning dew reflects colorful rays of light.

And in Yi's view, these rays of light represent hope.

It is the hope of Wuji Sword Village.

It is also the hope of Ionia.

Yi was dazed by hope.

When he regained consciousness, there was no trace of the spirit around him.

Only the colorful colors remain in another realm, which are the evidence of the spirit's stay.

"I let them all go."

Ryan met Yi's gaze and stretched lazily.

"It's really not good for them to stay here for too long." Yi agreed with Ryan's approach.

Although the pollution in this area has been cleared, it is still a barren place in the spiritual realm until new "magic" flows in and fills it.

If those weak spirits stay here for a long time, their already limited essence will be consumed.

"Although I can't see them, I can sense their 'state'..."

Ryan replied.

He was unable to sense the spirit at first; he could only vaguely sense an 'atmosphere'.

But after those spirits had been around him for so long, he suddenly sensed their presence.

He could even vaguely sense their emotions and their state.

This seems to be a new ability that the spirit has given itself.

The spiritual and material barriers have become much weaker here.

The warm soul also seemed to possess some ability to see through the "illusion".

Of course, this ability is nothing more than a mysterious feeling.

But Ryan had already thought of their uses.

The next time he saw Syndra, he wanted to try using this ability to see if he could see through Syndra's 'concealment'.

Back to the point.

Ryan looked at Yi and continued:

"Some spirits lost themselves in the midst of singing, and the last bit of essence they had couldn't even support them leaving here..."

So before he let them go, he did one more thing.

"...Some of the spirits were about to dissipate, so I fed them something."

"Oh." Yi answered habitually, then raised his head again, "Did you feed me something?"

"Yes, I fed them a little dark magic."

Ryan looked calm.

He didn't find the action strange.

Because as a practitioner, he already has the successful case of tree rape.

The tree thief should also be a member of the nature spirit, otherwise it cannot explain why it is so much more active than other big trees.

Although Shujian had undergone two years of dark magic resistance training before feeding him dark power, these weak spirits had not had such experience.

But his control over dark magic was not comparable to that of the 'boy on the beach'. With extremely subtle control, Ryan didn't think anything could go wrong.

At least judging from the spirits' responses to the feeding, they should be more delighted than resistant to the dark forces.

But for Yi, a local native, this action once again overturned his fragile values.

The spirits of the spiritual realm are symbols of purity and holiness in the eyes of the Ionians;

And dark magic...at least in the eyes of most people, it is an evil force.

But now the symbol of purity has accepted the gift of evil.

Yi recalled the titles that the spirits had given Ryan.