The charm began to form, just barely, glowing with the dimmest light. Han Yu felt the pull of the technique. The symbols, the inscriptions — they were all coming together, piece by piece, like a puzzle he hadn't known he had the pieces for. He focused, his breath shallow. The charm felt delicate, fragile, but it was there.
He could almost see it, floating before him — a glowing bead of light, suspended in the air.
It was the Undying Life Charm.
Han Yu exhaled slowly, his body — what little of it he had — trembling with the effort.
He didn't know if it would work. His soul was weak. He had no physical body to cast the charm on.
But... there was hope.
For the first time since his death, Han Yu felt something stir within him that wasn't just the remnants of pain and loss. There was a spark of hope. A glimmer of power.
Han Yu's mind flashed to the two disciples who had schemed against him. Murong Xie and his accomplices.
