Chapter 314: The Seventh Spirit Ring, A Hundred-Thousand-Year Ring
It seemed Bibi Dong had cultivated additional divine power recently—and unleashed it without hesitation.
"Hmph!"
Dugu Feng snorted, boring deeper into the earth, a halo of blue light from the Sea God's Heart surrounding him.
Hidden by the Sea God's Heart, he had no fear of exposing any aura.
But Bibi Dong's attack was indiscriminate.
Dugu Feng could only flee at speed.
The Nether Venom Crocodile's corpse exploding was the Tyrant Poison's doing—evolving into an explosive toxin akin to the second soul skill, Poison Burst.
Then, under cover of the blast, it carried the crocodile's spirit bones down into the earth.
The Tyrant Poison possessed potent stealth, able to shroud itself from spiritual detection.
And in the explosion, it left Bibi Dong and the others' line of sight, naturally vanishing without a trace, impossible for Bibi Dong to find.
Dugu Feng guided the distant Tyrant Poison, intending to rendezvous in safety outside Death Canyon.
He himself went deeper, deeper, deeper.
The tunnels he had dug earlier now proved their worth.
He traveled smoothly downward, on and on, until ten thousand meters below, then changed course and flew toward the outside of Death Canyon.
With the concealment of the Sea God's Heart, the raging Rakshasa great scythe did tremendous damage underground, but still did not harm Dugu Feng.
Even so, Dugu Feng's current state was not good.
His soul power fluctuated violently within.
The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass clung tight at his shoulder, helping suppress the internal energies.
In truth, as he fled, he had already begun absorbing the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
The soul power of a hundred-thousand-year beast was immense. Sensing his summons, it poured down, in an instant flooding his meridians, bones, and blood.
Crucially, absorbing a spirit ring normally required a quiet environment and complete concentration.
But Dugu Feng had to evade Bibi Dong's attacks, and he had no intention of lingering beneath Death Canyon.
Thus he could only absorb the ring while withdrawing.
Such a method of absorption was truly unprecedented.
And the ring being absorbed was a hundred-thousand-year ring.
No one else could be so reckless.
The bodily pressure and soul-shock from the ring's energy would be enough to make most soul masters collapse.
But Dugu Feng, relying on his formidable physique, gritted through the pain, fusing the ring while flying at speed.
Once he survived this trial, he would be a Soul Sage.
He could then manifest the Martial Soul True Body, and his strength would take another leap.
Dugu Feng clenched his teeth and endured.
It was mainly because the Tyrant Poison was not in his body. Otherwise, with its power, the crocodile's soul-shock would have had no effect on Dugu Feng.
For now, he could only rely on his own spiritual power and the Jade Phosphor Crimson Poison to resist.
In his sea of spirit, the aggrieved soul of the Nether Venom Crocodile lashed him, whipping its long tail again and again.
To have just advanced to a hundred thousand years and then be slain—how could it not be aggrieved?
Dugu Feng's spiritual power stood firm as a rock, enduring wave after wave of tempering.
The crocodile's energy within him stayed within his tolerance. After all, Shura power flowed in his blood, and the dan bead aided him.
The spirit ring's energy was being absorbed bit by bit.
As he neared his exit from Death Canyon, his internal soul power fluctuations had calmed, leaving only the soul-shock.
Now, Dugu Feng was in no hurry.
Each soul-shock was a perfect test of spiritual power. Passing it would surely yield a great increase.
He sank most of his mind into the sea of spirit, battling the crocodile's soul.
The seventh spirit ring's skill would certainly be the Martial Soul True Body.
And the Martial Soul True Body is a deeper use of the martial soul, fusing body and soul; spiritual power plays a major role.
Bearing the soul-shock was also the moment when Dugu Feng comprehended the martial soul and formed the seventh soul skill.
Around his body, the phantom of a seventh spirit ring had already appeared, emitting a faint red glow.
It gradually solidified.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red!
The seven-ring colors shimmered, lighting the entire underground tunnel.
Dugu Feng felt light as air, thrilled beyond measure.
It was exquisite.
Not only because he had absorbed a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, but because he had stolen it from Bibi Dong.
She had paid everything, and he reaped the reward.
And by now, Bibi Dong still did not know who had stolen her hundred-thousand-year soul beast!
This feeling was exquisite.
While Dugu Feng savored the fruits of victory and grew stronger—
Terrifying attacks were still erupting over Death Canyon.
Bibi Dong's wings trembled as she transformed into the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor.
Her upper body bore dark-green web-patterns; her lower body was a spherical mass with three pairs of spider legs.
From the legs, dark-green corrosive ichor dripped ceaselessly.
Crescent green blades rained madly toward the underground.
At the croc's former site, a pit over ten thousand meters wide had been carved out.
Within, the tunnels Dugu Feng had dug lay exposed.
They let Bibi Dong's spiritual power probe down the subterranean passageways again and again, but still she sensed no one.
She dove into the tunnels in a frenzy, only to reach dead ends before long.
As Dugu Feng retreated, he constantly sealed the tunnels behind him.
Only other, unused branches remained.
Bibi Dong followed every passage once.
Then vented her soul power in a mad outburst.
She was truly going insane.
How had the other party landed the final blow? Even now, Bibi Dong could not discover it.
It drove her to a frenzy.
Soon Bibi Dong left Death Canyon and circled it, searching like a madwoman.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo did the same, expanding the search radius with all their might.
As expected, they found nothing.
Her deranged state lasted more than half a day before Bibi Dong returned, dazed, to the oasis.
Surveying the desolate scene, her heart was a tangled mess.
After another spell, Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others returned as well, all kneeling, awaiting her punishment.
Time passed. Bibi Dong stood there for a full twelve hours before her eyes moved.
In those twelve hours, she replayed her entire life in her mind.
Every painful memory resurfaced.
Even the time she had been defiled by Qian Xunji—every movement, her struggles—Bibi Dong recalled it all.
The purple-black evil aura around her grew heavier.
In her eyes, countless frenzied demon spiders flickered.
No one knew what Bibi Dong was thinking.
Without question, the back-to-back loss of hundred-thousand-year soul beasts was, to Bibi Dong, a blow on par with that defilement.
The loss was too great.
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