Although Tang San was ninety-nine percent confident he could help Dugu Bo complete his final evolution, how could he possibly risk his own life? If something truly unexpected happened, would he really have to accompany Dugu Bo in death?
Dugu Bo probably never dreamed that Tang San had kept one last trick up his sleeve—he hadn't mentioned the Secluded Fragrance Kirin Gauze's special ability. Its toxins were ineffective against Tang San, meaning only Dugu Bo was taking the risk now.
Of course, Dugu Bo's judgment wasn't bad either. He hadn't misread Tang San—the boy was genuinely doing his utmost to help without any intent to poison him. After three months together, Tang San even felt Dugu Bo was someone worth befriending, giving him the nickname "Old Poison."
Gritting his teeth, Dugu Bo tossed the Icefire Duality Pill into his mouth and said to Tang San, "Kid Tang, I'm betting my life on you this time!"
With those words, he leaped straight into the convergence point of the Dual Polarity of Ice and Fire Spring. In an instant, his body convulsed violently. A layer of icy blue spread upward from his feet, turning his entire body blue in the blink of an eye. Then came a surge of crimson, making Dugu Bo look like a freshly boiled shrimp.
The alternating blue and red created an extremely bizarre sight.
Yet even this simple alternating process nearly broke someone of Dugu Bo's caliber—a Titled Douluo. The clash of two extreme forces had him nearly seeing his life flash before his eyes.
Dugu Bo could spare no further thought. He immediately summoned his Martial Soul—a massive emerald serpent coiled around him—while a pill-like orb floated above his head as he entered a meditative state.
Watching Dugu Bo fully immerse himself in cultivation, Tang San finally exhaled in relief, stretching lazily. "Finally dealt with Old Poison. For the next forty-nine days, he won't be able to move. At last, I can focus on my own affairs."
Exhausting!
Truthfully, Tang San had a better method for evolving Dugu Bo's Martial Soul—directly consuming the Eight-Horned Profound Ice Herb and its fiery counterpart, two Immortal Poison Herbs. Either of these supremely toxic plants would plunge anyone into mortal danger just by proximity, let alone ingestion.
However, ice and fire countered each other. When these two herbs were combined, they produced the neutralizing effect Dugu Bo had just experienced. With the protection of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the herbs could be safely consumed, even tempering an Impervious Golden Body. Not only would Dugu Bo's Martial Soul evolve successfully, his strength might advance further, potentially reaching Peak Douluo level.
For three months, Tang San had been researching how to keep both Immortal Poison Herbs while still ensuring Dugu Bo's Martial Soul evolution.
If Dugu Bo ate them, what would he have?!
"After waiting three months, it's finally my turn to reap the rewards." Tang San immediately headed to the Blood Essence Demon Fruit. Following the methods recorded in the Tang Sect Treasure Records, he carefully plucked the blood-red demonic fruit using a special technique.
After completing everything, Tang San returned to his room and retrieved the two bottles of Icefire Spring Water he had prepared earlier. Now that Dugu Bo had entered a state of cultivation, it was the perfect opportunity for him to complete his God Trial and Soul Enchant the God-given Spirit Ring.
"Sacrifice."
With a hum, Tang San summoned his Ghost Ring and offered everything as a sacrifice to the Rakshasa God. In the next moment, a red light screen displayed the prompt indicating the completion of the additional God Trial.
Then, with a soft pop, the space within the Ghost Ring twisted, and a red-golden orb flew out from within.
The red-golden orb seemed to be carved from the most precious blood crystal, flawless and transparent. Most peculiarly, within this orb, a faint layer of red-golden mist continuously undulated.
Without giving Tang San any time to think, a red light flashed, and the red-golden orb appeared above his head. With a soft crack, the orb split open, and a dense red mist poured down, enveloping Tang San's body.
A mechanical voice echoed in Tang San's mind: "The God-given Spirit Ring will bestow upon the trial-taker the most needed Soul Skill and the highest level of Spirit Ring they can currently endure."
Upon hearing this prompt, Tang San's eyes widened as he shouted, "Damn it! You should've said so earlier! Then I would've waited until I was level seventy or eighty to complete this God Trial!"
Tang San was utterly dumbfounded. Why had no one told him that the God-given Spirit Ring would grant the maximum Spirit Ring duration he could currently endure? At his current Soul Power level of forty, the best he could get was a Spirit Ring of ten or twenty thousand years. If he had waited until he was level seventy or eighty to use the God-given Spirit Ring, he might have obtained a hundred-thousand-year one!
But regret was futile now, as the God-given Spirit Ring ceremony had already begun.
Instead of summoning the Clear Sky Hammer, Tang San summoned his Rakshasa Martial Soul. Since the God-given Spirit Ring was based on the limit one could endure, the endurance limit of a God-level Rakshasa Martial Soul would undoubtedly be higher than that of the Clear Sky Hammer.
"Not enough, still not enough!"
Absorbing a God-given Spirit Ring wouldn't cause one's body to explode—whatever one could absorb would be absorbed. Naturally, Tang San pushed himself beyond his limits with all his might.
Boom! With a deafening roar in his mind, an endless surge of blood energy erupted from Tang San's entire body. In that instant, a Blood Moon hung above his head, voraciously devouring the divine power pouring from the orb.
The power of the God-given Spirit Ring flooded into Tang San's body in multiples. The Rakshasa Domain automatically unfolded, and the stone statue beneath the blood pool began to open its eyes. Tang San's Rakshasa Domain could still evolve—this was merely its basic version.
Gush! Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood. The pain of surpassing his limits was unbearable. Cracks began to appear all over his body, staining his clothes red with blood—his entire form was drenched in it!
The sound of bones shattering could even be heard as some began to fracture. Without hesitation, Tang San devoured the last main root of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng to begin healing his injuries.
Sizzle! At this moment, Tang San's body began to mutate. Crimson divine patterns emerged across his skin, and his entire being radiated a monstrous aura as if possessed by the Rakshasa. Not only that, but his Rakshasa Martial Soul also transformed, sprouting a pair of demonic wings!
"Devour!"
Tang San's eyes snapped open, divine light bursting from his left eye. Then, opening his mouth wide, he inhaled sharply, swallowing an immense amount of divine power. His body began to swell, growing like a giant.
Time passed bit by bit, and it was unknown how long had gone by. On this very day, a luminous ring began to form around Tang San's body, the Soul Ring's radiance shining brilliantly, illuminating the surroundings.
With the Soul Ring's formation, Tang San exhaled a turbid breath. Initially, he had thought it best to use the God-given Spirit Ring only when he reached level seventy or eighty. But now, he no longer held that view, because utilizing the God-given Spirit Ring early could lay an unparalleled foundation. Even if he obtained a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring at level seventy, an unstable foundation would bring endless troubles.
"A twenty-five-thousand-year Soul Ring, huh? Tsk, things are getting more and more troublesome." Tang San frowned—the further he cultivated, the more problems arose!
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