Ripples stirred across the boundless sea. The heavy black clouds in the sky had been dispersed by sunlight, revealing the pure firmament hidden behind them.
Above the gently heaving surface, Tang San sat cross-legged in midair, floating calmly over the sea. Before him hovered a dark crimson spirit ring.
His eyes were slightly closed, his brows faintly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat slowly seeped from his forehead. Clearly, absorbing this spirit ring was not going smoothly.
"Perhaps no human has ever been able to absorb such a powerful spirit ring. Xiao San may be the first."
Zhao Xuan narrowed his eyes as he observed Tang San's condition, muttering thoughtfully.
The spirit ring before them was scarlet as blood, faintly streaked with several dazzling flashes of gold. Perhaps the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King truly had been about to take that final step, but...
"Such is fate!"
Zhao Xuan lazily stretched, the corner of his eye catching the enormous shadow in the distance.
The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's corpse floated upon the ocean, resembling a dark island reef from afar. No matter how the raging waves crashed against it, it remained unmoved. Thick dark crimson blood slowly seeped from beside its body like a stream, contending with the azure sea after flowing into it.
His gaze lifted slightly. The pure sky was refreshing and pleasant to behold. A glimmer flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes as he seemed to speak to himself. "With the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's aura here, no Spirit Beast foolish enough to court death should come near. I might as well use this chance to deduce my Ninth Spirit Skill."
After saying that, Zhao Xuan sat down cross-legged not far from Tang San. Within several breaths, he entered a meditative state, seemingly unconcerned that anything