"These two Spirit Rings are my gift, the price I paid for the wrongs I once committed. If you won't accept them, I would rather let these two Spirit Rings scatter between heaven and earth."
Bibi Dong met Dai Yao's gaze and said calmly.
A sickly flush rose over her stunningly beautiful face.
Dai Yao fell silent for a moment. He looked into Bibi Dong's eyes, into that slightly mad insistence, for a long while before he slowly said, "Fine. Your gift—I'll accept it."
He could sense the madness in Bibi Dong's eyes, the kind that would not stop until it achieved its goal. If he did not accept, she really would kill these two spirit beasts and let their Spirit Rings dissipate.
Although Dai Yao had now become a true wielder of Twin Martial Souls, and also knew that on this continent, the highest cultivation among spirit beasts was not the hundred-thousand years everyone commonly acknowledged, but ferocious beasts of at least two hundred thousand years or more, Dai Yao's requirements for his own Spirit Rings were not that high.
He did not demand that every one of his Spirit Rings had to come from a ferocious beast of at least two hundred thousand years.
Even in the era of Peerless Tang Sect, the number of ferocious beasts could be counted on one hand. Zi Ji, ranked tenth, had only just reached three hundred thousand years of cultivation.
There were a few more ferocious beasts with two hundred thousand years of cultivation, but not that many more.
If Dai Yao required every Spirit Ring to be at least two hundred thousand years or above, then every high-level spirit beast on the entire continent would be slaughtered by him once over. To the entire Spirit Beast Clan, that would be