It was precisely by relying on "Death Dreamscape" to endure a fatal attack and transform it into a dream, and then using "Deaths Memory" to store the experienced deathly attack...
...that Castorice could use herself as a vessel to replicate Ye Xishui's terrifying strike, the "Light of the Death God," which was powerful enough to kill a Titled Douluo.
However, the stronger the stored attack, the greater the consumption to activate the Fourth Soul Skill. Fortunately, Castorice's Soul Power reserves far exceeded those of the same Rank.
Moreover, no matter how great the consumption, it was worth it. After all, this was a spirit skill that allowed Castorice to unleash a Titled Douluo-level attack while still a Spirit Ancestor; it could be called a divine skill.
At this moment, the Dark Prison Demon Owl was dead, and the hundred thousand year spirit ring was right before her eyes.
Castorice delayed no longer. She sat cross-legged, her purple eyes gazing firmly at that blood-colored spirit ring emitting an alluring yet incredibly dangerous aura. Her powerful mental force and Soul Power slowly surged out, beginning to guide that hundred thousand year spirit ring to envelop her body.
The truly arduous challenge—absorbing a hundred thousand year spirit ring beyond her level—was only just beginning.
Long Xiaoyao and Fei Yan's expressions also became more solemn as they focused entirely on acting as her Protectors.
Castorice concentrated her mind and stilled her breath, her powerful mental force acting like tentacles to pull that hundred thousand year spirit ring, deep as blood, to slowly envelop her.
The moment the spirit ring contacted her body, it was as if a dam had burst. An unimaginably vast and terrifying energy, like a surging dark tide, instantly rushed into her limbs and bones.
This energy was not only majestic but also carried the unique violent nature of a One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast and the cold, corrosive properties of the darkness attribute.
"Hmph..."
Castorice couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan, her delicate body trembling slightly.
The surface of her skin instantly turned bright red, and thick black-red light-flames uncontrollably steamed from her body. This was a manifestation of excessive Soul Power escaping and burning because it couldn't be absorbed in time, as if it were going to ignite her completely from the inside out.
Bursts of tearing, swelling pain came from her Meridians. Had her body not been tempered by the Golden Descendants Bloodline and countless Heaven And Earth Treasures, far surpassing those of the same Rank, she likely would have exploded and died the moment the energy flooded in.
However, while the physical impact could be endured through her Foundation, a more dangerous attack followed closely behind.
Just as Castorice was putting all her effort into guiding the violent energy within her, a sharp screech filled with resentment and unwillingness exploded in her mind.
The massive phantom of the Dark Prison Demon Owl, condensed from residual resentment and Soul fragments, carried the ferocity of a One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast as it charged directly into her Sea of Consciousness, attempting to destroy her consciousness and achieve Rebirth through Possession.
This was the most perilous stage of absorbing a hundred thousand year spirit ring.
The remnant Soul of the Dark Prison Demon Owl manifested in Castorice's mental World. It spread its wings and let out a silent roar, its pale pupils locking onto the core of Castorice's consciousness, preparing to pounce and kill.
But in the next instant, all its movements froze.
It "saw" the black-red sun hanging eternally above the Sea of Consciousness, emitting an aura of death and finality.
And beneath that sun, a more towering and noble figure stood quietly.
That was the manifestation of the will of the Regent of Death Ruonawa.
Ronova looked down coldly at this uninvited intruder, like a god looking down at an ant.
She gave a cold snort, and the massive black wings behind her slowly unfurled. Even more heart-stopping was that upon those black wings, countless blood-colored eyes opened one after another.
Every single eye contained the purest laws of death.
"A mere remnant Soul dares to overstep?"
Ronova's voice was like a final judgment, echoing throughout the Sea of Consciousness.
"I decree, your existence... ends here."
The remnant Soul of the Dark Prison Demon Owl began to tremble instinctively. It was an absolute suppression of Rank, the absolute dominance of the God of Death over all departed Souls.
All its ferocity and resentment vanished before the true Death Dominator, leaving only the most primitive fear.
It shrieked, turning to flee from this space that threatened to freeze even its remnant Soul.
But it was already too late.
The countless blood-colored eyes on Ronova's wings lit up simultaneously.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—!
Countless beams of highly concentrated death light shot out like a meteor shower of judgment, instantly submerging the remnant Soul of the Dark Prison Demon Owl completely.
"Gah—!!!"
The remnant Soul let out one last desperate, silent wail as it was pierced, torn apart, and purified within those beams containing death, finally turning into countless fine specks of light and completely dissipating in Castorice's Sea of Consciousness, its Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.
The greatest threat, the Soul backlash of the One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast, was easily wiped away before the Regent of Death Ruonawa like a crude joke.
With the interference of the remnant Soul gone, Castorice's mind settled, and she could devote herself entirely to the absorption and refinement of that massive spirit ring energy.
Ronova's existence was precisely the greatest reliance that allowed her to dare challenge a hundred thousand year fifth spirit ring.
What followed was a slow, grinding process.
The Golden Descendants Bloodline granted her physical endurance and energy affinity far beyond ordinary people, and the accumulation of massive resources from the Holy Spirit Cult made her Meridians exceptionally tough.
She guided the energy that surged like a great river, circulating it through her Meridians again and again, taming it, purifying it, and making it her own.
Her Soul Power Rank began to climb at a visible speed.
Rank 51...
Rank 52...
The massive energy continued to push her cultivation forward.
However, the energy contained in a hundred thousand year spirit ring was simply too vast. Even with her Foundation, the speed of absorption and refinement could not keep up with the speed of the energy influx.
To avoid an unstable Foundation or even bursting her Meridians, she had to actively guide the excessively violent and impure Soul Power that she couldn't refine in time to slowly discharge it from her body.
Strands of black Soul Power began to dissipate like smoke outside the light-flames surrounding her, returning to the World. Seeing this, Fei Yan felt a bit pained for her, yet she understood this was a necessary trade-off.
Time passed bit by bit. For three full days and nights, Castorice was immersed in this painful ordeal and rapid improvement.
When the dawn of the fourth day broke through the haze over the Jingyang Mountain Range, the restless light-flames around Castorice finally subsided, and the violent energy fluctuations gradually became calm and restrained.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened those deep purple eyes.
Simultaneously, purple, purple, black, black, and red—five spirit rings rose in sequence from beneath her feet. Especially that last one, a hundred thousand year spirit ring as translucent as blood jade and emitting heart-stopping fluctuations, bobbed up and down, complementing the other four rings and radiating an unparalleled aura of power and visual impact.
And the Soul Power fluctuations on her body had impressively stabilized at—Rank 54.
This was even after she had wasted a large amount of Soul Power; otherwise, the increase would have been even greater.
However, improving too quickly was not necessarily a good thing. After all, a Soul Beast's Soul Power was not something she had Cultivated herself. Next, she would have to spend time completely purifying this increased Soul Power and marking it with her own brand.
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