Three Hundred Sixty-Five Days

Su Xuan's body had been nourished by the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and the Ambrosial Arbor. Combined with his persistent training and tempering, it had already become a truly indestructible divine body—albeit only at the initial stage...

Ahem, though it was only the initial stage, its power was absolutely not to be underestimated. Even gods would have no choice but to avoid Su Xuan's physique head-on. It was a truly terrifying body.

For Su Xuan, this level of body tempering was nothing but a waste of time. He could not think of any other possibility.

Su Xuan cast a probing glance at Bo Saixi, then gave up on the idea. After all, displaying too many abnormalities at a time like this might alarm the Sea God.

Su Xuan sighed regretfully. Still, perhaps there was another way to make use of this time.

After thinking for a moment, Su Xuan plucked out a strand of hair and gently blew on it.

A miraculous scene unfolded. That utterly ordinary strand of hair actually shrank into a miniature version of Su Xuan.

Su Xuan smiled. This was the power of creation—terrifying beyond measure.

"Tut, tut, tut. I'll put this Sea God Mark on you for now."

With a casual flick, the pale golden trident, like a toy, landed directly on Little Su Xuan's forehead. Little Su Xuan quickly grew larger, taking the real Su Xuan's place.

Su Xuan smiled. This method was not bad.

"I'll treat it as a little experiment."

Su Xuan stored his true body in his spatial ring and transferred his soul into Little Su Xuan. His true body was too strong to gain any tempering, so Su Xuan had created a body roughly as powerful as his Level 40 self. Through it, he could experience the process of growing stronger and improve his precise control over his power.

The Sinking Silver Pillar was like the anvil used in forging. Little Su Xuan's body was like metal being forged, while the endless waves were the hammer blows.

Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi sat cross-legged atop the mountain, quietly watching Su Xuan.

From this day onward, Su Xuan would endure a painful ordeal lasting three hundred and sixty-five days.

On his first attempt, even Level 40 Su Xuan lasted only a little over three hours before his body went numb and lost all sensation.

By the time Little Su Xuan was rescued ashore by Bo Saixi, he was nearly limp and unable to move.

"Tut, tut, tut. This Sea God has some skill."

Su Xuan's soul ached. Although his body had weakened, his senses had not changed. This was necessary for experiencing the process of becoming stronger, so all the pain was borne by Su Xuan's soul.

Once the numbness faded, agony like ten thousand needles piercing his heart tortured Su Xuan until he wished he were dead.

The pain lasted for more than ten hours before finally fading as Su Xuan recovered and began cultivating.

After this ordeal, Su Xuan put away his disdain. He understood that this seemingly simple third trial was actually even more painful than the first and second trials combined.

At the very least, there was no more room for tricks.

Su Xuan glanced at the Sinking Silver Pillar.

If the first trial tested a challenger's Soul Power, and the second trained their practical combat ability at sea,

then this third trial tempered the challenger's body.

Without exception, all three major trials had an important component in common: testing one's perseverance.

It was simply that the third trial was far more terrifying than the first two.

Next, Su Xuan began three hundred and sixty-five days of living worse than death.

These months were exceedingly difficult for Su Xuan.

He started at one hour, then two, three, four, until by the end of the third month, Level 40 Su Xuan could finally barely endure five hours beneath the waves' assault.

However, in the time that followed, Su Xuan would have to endure the waves for even longer to make up for what he had fallen short of during the first three months.

Su Xuan complained.

"Damn it, this is a top-tier trial, right? If I don't finish it, do I have to extend it?"

In truth, Su Xuan knew the answer without asking. This was a trial for the Sea God to choose his inheritor—how could it possibly be handled carelessly?

Su Xuan could only sigh, lamenting that he had been sick in the head to come up with such an idea.

Still, his progress was obvious.

Su Xuan looked at his hand. It was flawless and fair, like it had been carved from beautiful jade.

If Su Xuan's lowest ordinary attack had once been 100, then now he could successfully control it down to 10.

This was the importance of precise control. The stronger one became, the more such details were needed. They could raise one's upper limit.

During the first month, Su Xuan cursed the Sea God a few times in his heart whenever the pain became unbearable.

This trial was simply too perverse.

The torment Su Xuan endured amid that incomparable pain was like surviving in hell.

But as time passed,

after one month, Su Xuan discovered that under the waves' constant tempering, even his breathing changed with the rise and fall of the waves, while this body grew increasingly tough.

"Sigh, that old geezer really knows what he's doing when it comes to taking disciples and training them."

Su Xuan muttered. This method was far more advanced than anything in his Spirit Hall, and Su Xuan was tempted.

He wanted to send the main force of Spirit Hall here. It could probably greatly improve the abilities of those under his command.

As time passed, his progress became increasingly apparent.

After three months, Su Xuan even discovered that when he first endured the waves each day, he no longer felt pain. Instead, his entire body felt refreshed, filled with an indescribable sense of exhilaration.

Of course, as the duration of the waves' assault increased, that feeling would turn back into unbearable agony. But his body was undeniably growing stronger.

As the saying went, only by enduring the bitterest hardships could one rise above others. Without suffering such torment, how could one's strength improve so rapidly?

Sea God Douluo Bo Saixi sat atop the mountain every day, providing Su Xuan with whatever rescue he needed. He never saw her leave to notify anyone, yet every day, someone brought lavish meals for Su Xuan.

Emma had also arrived by then, becoming Su Xuan's true logistical support.

She cared for him when he writhed on the ground in pain, patched up his damaged clothes, and attended to his life outside the trials.

Su Xuan discovered that the increase in his overall strength had become extremely terrifying. With a simple movement of his fist, there was already a faint sound like a tsunami.

This trial was far more than a simple increase in Soul Power. His physical strength had increased by severalfold, and when combined with Soul Power, it allowed him to unleash attacks stronger than others at the same level.

"The Sea God is truly a genius."

Su Xuan sighed once again. He was increasingly looking forward to the moment when he would meet the Sea God.

However, Su Xuan did not need any of this. This was only a secondary body, after all.

With tears in his eyes, Su Xuan looked at the tiny golden thread in his hand.

From this moment on, Su Xuan finally began to feel that his suffering had borne fruit.