At this moment, Wang Nan's internal spirit power surged continuously, and Dragon Souls constantly poured into him from all around.
Spirit power Rank seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two…
For all Spirit Masters, no matter what Spirit Beast the seventh spirit ring comes from or its age, the seventh Spirit Ability is always the same: Martial Soul True Body.
Most Spirit Masters only fully understand their Spirit after obtaining the seventh spirit ring, thereby merging with it or their Soul merging with the tool Spirit.
But Wang Nan was slightly different. He was already able to merge with the Evil Breaking Dragon when his cultivation was still at the Spirit King Rank, thereby unleashing the power of a Spirit Saint.
What he lacked was never an understanding of his own Spirit, tool Spirit, or Dragon Soul, but rather the part that the Dragon God said was missing from the Spirit Beast.
With the power of the Dragon Souls in the Dragon Valley, his spirit power Rank naturally broke through the Bottleneck and reached Rank seventy-four.
The Evil Breaking Dragon circling him roared, and translucent Dragon Souls continuously converged, finally solidifying into a golden spirit ring that appeared beside him.
Wang Nan already had a clear understanding in his heart. His seventh Spirit Ability was not provided by the spirit ring, but was mastered by him from the very beginning.
It was his complete understanding of his own Spirit and the power of the Dragon Soul that merged to form the ring, rather than obtaining the Spirit Ability after acquiring the spirit ring. This special spirit ring would gradually improve with his and his Spirit's growth.
And even now, it was no less than a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.
The changes within his body did not end there.
The absorption of so many Dragon Souls had put Wang Nan's mental force in a delicate state. At this time, the appearance of the seventh spirit ring acted as a catalyst, causing Wang Nan's sea of mental force to boil.
The ocean symbolizing mental force surged continuously, as if a clear Energy slowly ascended, floating in the air like smoke. Within the mist, immortal music and bell sounds echoed far and wide. Below the surface of the sea, it was as if an abyss-like prison was established, profound and unfathomable.
In a single thought, mental force could reach the clouds above and touch the bottom of the abyss.
Wang Nan had once felt a trace of Mu En's mental force, and that abyss-like aura was still remembered. But at this moment, he could feel that his own mental force seemed to have reached this Realm, though it was somewhat different.
The tall mountain in the sea of mental force still existed, surrounded by a vast ocean. The mountain was covered with strange rocks and shrouded in mist, as if flying birds and beasts passed by, and caves from which Dragon roars and tiger cries seemed to emanate.
It was clearly his sea of mental force, yet it was like a real world. The Evil Breaking Dragon returned to the sea of mental force, circling and soaring around the mountain, adding a touch of mystery.
Only at this point did the changes around him gradually cease.
Wang Nan opened his eyes. The Dragon Valley no longer suppressed him in the slightest. Spirit power surged continuously through his meridians, and faint thunderous sounds seemed to rumble in the background.
The Dragon God reappeared beside Wang Nan, looking at the seven spirit rings on him.
"I should also leave here and return to the God Realm. You can come back to find me after your spirit power Rank exceeds Rank ninety."
"Oh, the child outside is just to conceal this place and has no ill intent. You don't need to be afraid of him when you go out."
"Alright, please send me out."
"Mhm." The Dragon God nodded, waving his scepter. When Wang Nan regained his senses, he had already reappeared on the mountaintop.
The surrounding dense fog had thinned considerably, and Wang Nan finally saw what kind of Spirit Beast was releasing this mental Domain.
This was a giant Dragon covered in golden-green scales, surrounded by clouds and mist, floating in mid-air above the cliff as if it had no weight at all.
Upon seeing Wang Nan, it first glanced at the nine-colored crystal on Wang Nan's wrist, then drew closer, two streams of mist erupting from its nostrils, dampening many of the surrounding plant-type Spirit Beasts.
Immediately after, these two streams of mist slowly transformed, and a path made of condensed mist appeared beneath Wang Nan's feet.
Wang Nan could feel that these mists were formed by the Dragon's mental force, yet they also had a physical form. When Wang Nan stepped on them, it was like truly treading on a long bridge made of condensed clouds.
Although, generally speaking, mental force Spirit Beasts don't seem to have particularly outstanding offensive capabilities, when mental force reaches the level of this giant Dragon, it already possesses the ability to turn the illusory into real and the real into illusory. Everywhere its mental force spreads is its own Domain.
Seeing that it had no intention of communicating, Wang Nan merely nodded at it, then walked down the mountain along the long bridge made of clouds.
Wang Nan then realized that he must have spent a considerable amount of time in the Dragon Tomb. When he ascended the mountain, the plants here were at their most luxuriant, and the mountain forest was lush and green.
But now, the surrounding flowers, grass, and trees were re-sprouting, indicating that at least half a year had passed.
The village at the foot of the mountain was the same as before, with only one young man at the village entrance constantly drawing and shooting arrows. Looking closely, the bow and arrow in his hand subtly emitted a silver-white light, clearly his Spirit.
The young man, practicing archery, naturally had excellent eyesight and saw Wang Nan approaching the village entrance from afar.
"Wang Dage, you're back." As he spoke, his tone was already essentially indistinguishable from the language on the Douluo Continent.
"Yi, how is your practice going?"
"I'm trying to condense arrows with spirit power with the help of that old grandpa."
"Old grandpa?" Wang Nan was only confused for a moment, then quickly looked up as if he had sensed something, just in time to see Yan Shaozhe walk out of a thatched hut.
After not seeing him for more than half a year, the aura around Yan Shaozhe was far from the majestic and sharp one he had at Shrek Academy. At first glance, Wang Nan even seemed to see a hint of Mu En in him.
"You're back." Yan Shaozhe's brows relaxed considerably when he saw Wang Nan.
Wang Nan nodded.
Yan Shaozhe walked forward, casually ruffled Yi's hair, motioned for him to return to the village, and then spoke to Wang Nan. "After entering that dense fog, I fell into an illusion."
Yan Shaozhe's eyes slightly closed, as if recalling the illusion, but he quickly stopped mentioning it. "When I broke free, I was already outside the illusion, and I didn't see any trace of you around. Are you alright?"
Wang Nan smiled and shook his head. "I'm fine, and I even gained something."
"That's good." Yan Shaozhe smiled and nodded. "When are you planning to go back?"
Wang Nan sighed lightly, looking at the surrounding mountain forest. "I can go anytime, Dean Yan. What about you?"
"Alright, I'll say goodbye to the villagers and then we'll leave."
Wang Nan watched Yan Shaozhe's receding figure as he walked into the village, and he seemed to have subtly changed into a different person. Perhaps Yan Shaozhe also gained something from that illusion.