Mo Han quickly caught it, realizing it was a ring—a spatial ring. Mo Han immediately wondered if the Elemental Spirit intended for him to store the Thunder Beast inside it. But hadn't his master explicitly stated that living things couldn't be kept in a spatial ring due to the lack of oxygen, meaning any creature inside would inevitably die?

Did the Elemental Spirit not know this principle? That seemed highly unlikely. With that thought, Mo Han quickly spoke up, "Is this a spatial ring? Don't they say living things can't survive inside? That creatures inside will die from lack of oxygen, so how can it hold the Thunder Beast?" Hearing Mo Han's words, the Elemental Spirit burst into laughter and asked, "Who says a spatial ring can't house living beings? What you’re describing applies only to mid-to-low-grade spatial rings. Truly high-grade spatial rings can communicate with the space outside, meaning exterior air can flow in to sustain the creatures inside. So, you don't need to worry about that at all. It's just that such high-grade spatial rings are exceedingly rare; even we only possess this single one."

Hearing the Elemental Spirit’s explanation, Mo Han’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

Such a marvelous thing, and he had never heard of it before. The genius who invented spatial rings was truly astounding! Just then, the Elemental Spirit continued, "Furthermore, this spatial ring was invented by your human race. Don't you people know this principle?" Upon hearing this, Mo Han shook his head like a rattle drum and replied, "Since I first learned about spatial rings, I’ve always believed that living beings fundamentally couldn't survive inside them. And there’s no record on the continent right now of any spatial ring capable of housing people.

Besides, spatial rings are already scarce enough; there are probably only a handful across the entire Dragon Ascent Continent."

The Elemental Spirit listened to Mo Han’s words and remarked, "It seems this advanced type of spatial ring has been lost to time. That's understandable, I suppose. After so many calamities, it's normal for the technology of high-level spatial magic to vanish. The main culprit, as always, is humanity itself."

"Enough talk for now; dawn is approaching.

Are you ready to leave with Little Lei?" After saying this, the Elemental Spirit launched a seven-colored magical flare into the sky, illuminating a vast area around it, as if day had suddenly broken. This display immediately showcased the Elemental Spirit’s profound magical cultivation. If it were him, even with his current strength, while he could easily cast such a flare, it certainly wouldn't achieve this level of effect.

He probably couldn't even manage one-third of its energy output. It seemed the gap between them was truly more than just a little bit, Mo Han mused inwardly.

Not long after.

Mo Han heard a sound of earth-shaking tremors approaching his location. He realized that the magical flare the Elemental Spirit had cast must have been used to summon the Thunder Beast, meaning this noise was coming from the beast itself.

Indeed, a colossal dark silhouette slowly materialized before him. Within this barrier, apart from the Thunder Beast, no other entity possessed such a massive stature. Mo Han knew who it was even before the shadow drew closer.

The Thunder Beast lumbered toward Mo Han and the spirits, making soft, intimate noises toward the Elemental Spirits, as if acting spoiled.

Mo Han nearly fainted watching the Thunder Beast act so affectionately. If it were Little Mo and the others when they were small acting spoiled, that would be one thing—at least their size and appearance suggested cuteness. But this Thunder Beast’s size and visage simply did not correlate with "cute." Seeing it act so affectionately sparked an urge in him to laugh, yet he still felt a deep sense of dread toward the massive creature. Though the Thunder Beast was not handsome, its power was absolutely astonishing. He vividly remembered the devastating lightning spell it unleashed previously; he certainly didn't want to incur its enmity right from the start, or his future days would be difficult.

Then, the Elemental Spirit chuckled, "Little Lei, you’ve been cooped up with us for so long, and we know we’ve bored you stiff. Well, now little brother Mo Han here is willing to take you out to see the outside world. But you must obey him, and Brother Mo Han will also help you pick a new name so things are easier when you go out. Understood?" Upon hearing the Elemental Spirit, the Thunder Beast fixed its huge, brass-bell eyes on Mo Han, a flicker of confusion—and a touch of hostility—in their depths. Clearly, the Thunder Beast still held a grudge over Mo Han’s previous ambush.

Seeing this, Mo Han had no choice but to adopt an appearance of complete harmlessness, speaking kindly to the Thunder Beast, "Big fellow, from now on, I'll call you Little Dragon. Isn't that a mighty name? The Dragon is the sovereign of all things; it requires a certain level of power, doesn't it? That way, it showcases your true strength, right?" Mo Han was worried that if the Thunder Beast rejected the new name he bestowed, it would cause trouble. Since high-level magical beasts often possessed their own intelligence, and he wasn't familiar with it—in fact, they had a history of conflict—he decided to strike first, hoping to coax the Thunder Beast into agreeing to his request.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Mo Han's explanation, the Thunder Beast seemed quite pleased with its new name and even nodded in agreement. This filled Mo Han with elation; the most troublesome issue had finally been resolved, and he felt a sense of relief. He started to walk forward, intending to build some rapport with the Thunder Beast for easier future dealings.

Who knew that as Mo Han approached, the Thunder Beast suddenly let out a low hiss and adopted a fighting stance? Moreover, white light began to emanate from the sharp horn on its head, confusing Mo Han completely. He couldn't figure out how he had offended this big fellow again. It truly was a strange creature, fine one moment and ready to fight the next—its mood shifted faster than turning a page. He could only cast a pleading look toward the Elemental Spirit, hoping it could clear up his confusion.

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