Completion of the Trial of the Moon, a 30,000-Year God-Bestowed Soul Ring!

Another three months passed in the blink of an eye.

The mountain cliff behind the Worship Hall.

Morning dawned as the sea of clouds surged like tides, golden red light streaming in from the east.

At the cliff's summit, Ye Chen faced the sea of clouds, both feet suspended above the ground—

Three feet high.

There was no Soul Power holding him up, nor were there wings supporting him.

Ye Chen simply floated in midair.

Three months ago, he had still needed to devote part of his focus to weakening the gravity acting upon him. Now, he had reached the realm of Body Like a Goose Feather.

Without deliberate control, he could walk through the air.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes.

The Dark Blue Star Vortices in his eyes resembled two miniature stars.

He raised his right hand, palm up, and gently curled his fingers.

In an instant,

The wind across the entire Qing Luan Cliff stopped.

The wildly howling airflow was completely smoothed and frozen by an invisible force the moment it entered within three feet of Ye Chen.

There was nothing in Ye Chen's palm.

Yet in his perception, countless "invisible threads" extended from his palm, linking every boulder, every blade of hardy grass, and every speck of dust atop the cliff.

That was Gravity!

The fundamental force that bound all things to the earth and sustained the movement of the stars.

"Finally, I did it!"

The corners of Ye Chen's lips curved slightly upward.

The moment he spoke, the dark blue moon in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly shone brilliantly.

Zhou Lan's figure appeared beneath the bright moon. He still wore that dark red robe and bore that cold, long-tongued face.

He looked at Ye Chen with calm eyes.

After a long while, Zhou Lan spoke in his usual indifferent voice:

"First Trial, Initial Cry of Gravity."

"Completed."

"You completed it half a year ahead of the deadline and met the requirements. On the path of 'Gravity,' you have taken your first step."

The cold, imposing proclamation echoed through the Sea of Consciousness, each word as inviolable as heavenly law.

Zhou Lan paused. A faint ripple passed through his usually still purple eyes. "You were faster than I expected. Very good."

Ye Chen smiled faintly. "You flatter me, Senior."

Zhou Lan neither confirmed nor denied it.

He raised his right hand and lightly tapped the air with his index finger.

"First Trial reward granted."

"Gravity Body Forging."

Upon hearing that, Ye Chen immediately stepped forward and met the dark blue ocean pouring from Zhou Lan's fingertip.

The body forging began!

Omnipresent Gravity pressed down upon him from every direction, every dimension, and the depths of every cell within Ye Chen's body.

It was unlike the pressure of a mountain bearing down on him.

A mountain had a direction and could be resisted.

The "pressure" of Gravity Body Forging had no direction.

It pressed simultaneously from within and without, from above and below, from every possible angle.

Ye Chen's Bones, Meridians, and cells were repeatedly compressed by this invisible force.

Then, they were reshaped.

Like a blacksmith hammering raw iron, tempering it through countless strikes!

Ye Chen's body trembled violently atop the cliff. Under the crushing pressure, his bones let out groans of unbearable strain before being forcibly compacted and reinforced by an even greater power.

At the very limit of breaking, his Meridians were reshaped and widened by a force that was both gentle and tyrannical.

Blood surged through his veins. Every beat of his heart was like the pounding of a massive drum, sending Bloodline Power throughout his limbs and body.

Time lost all meaning here.

No one knew how long had passed.

Only then did the overwhelming pressure recede like the tide.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

There was nothing unusual on the surface of his skin—no cuts, no scabs. It was even fairer and more lustrous than before the body forging, faintly radiating a jade-like sheen.

"My body... it's too strong!"

Ye Chen clenched his fist.

He used no Soul Power, relying solely on the strength of his physical body.

The air before his fist actually let out a deep boom!

A single session of Gravity Body Forging was more effective than all the Thousand Year Whale Rubber and Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber Ye Chen had consumed combined.

"Conservatively speaking, my physique is no weaker than a Soul Emperor's!"

Ye Chen relaxed his fist and spread his fingers, feeling the vast, surging Bloodline Power within him. A smile appeared on his face.

He raised his arm and casually swung it to his side.

"Hiss—"

A piercing shriek erupted as the air was torn apart. A visible white blade of air shot from the edge of his palm, streaked across thirty feet, and struck a waist-high bluestone at the cliff's edge.

The next instant.

A hair-thin crack appeared in the center of the stone's surface.

The crack ran straight through the entire bluestone.

"Crack!"

The bluestone split down the middle, its two cut surfaces smooth as mirrors.

Ye Chen withdrew his hand, looking satisfied. "Not bad. Even without Soul Power, I can now crush a Soul Master at Yan's level with one hand!"

Within the Sea of Consciousness.

After watching Ye Chen complete the body forging, Zhou Lan raised his hand again.

"First Trial reward: God-Bestowed Soul Ring."

A fist-sized orb, pure gold throughout, slowly rose from Zhou Lan's palm.

"Crush it, and you will obtain a God-Bestowed Soul Ring—a Gravity-attributed Soul Ring perfectly compatible with your Second Martial Soul!"

The moment he finished speaking,

The golden orb containing the God-Bestowed Soul Ring appeared outside the Sea of Consciousness, floating before Ye Chen.

"Thank you, Senior."

Ye Chen's eyes lit up. He sat cross-legged atop the cliff, tightly gripping the golden orb, warm as the morning sun, in his palm as he focused his mind completely.

"Second Martial Soul—Moon Devil!"

The instant the soft words left his lips, Taiyin's savage might erupted violently from within him.

A dark blue radiance swept in all directions. Rubble, grass, and trees across the cliff rose into the air, lifted into a ring by invisible Gravity.

A towering phantom slowly unfurled behind Ye Chen, stretching across the sea of clouds.

It was Ye Chen's Second Martial Soul—

The Moon Devil, Zhou Lan!

Tall and slender like a demon god, his entire body was covered in dark blue patterns, his four arms spread wide.

His deep red robe trimmed in purple billowed wildly. Long hair cascaded down his back, his face was bewitching, and his long tongue curled slightly. Those purple eyes pierced through the void, as though he were the Lord of Taiyin who commanded Universal Gravitation!

A phantom of a galaxy slowly revolved around him, while even the churning sea of clouds submitted beneath his feet.

He was identical to Zhou Lan's figure in the Sea of Consciousness!

Ye Chen suddenly clenched his fingers.

Crack—

The golden orb shattered in response, transforming into a sky full of golden radiance that rushed into his body!

A Soul Ring rose beneath his feet. At first, it was a lustrous white—the color of a Ten-Year Soul Ring.

The next second, the golden radiance and dark blue power of Gravity fused frantically. The Soul Ring's glow surged, instantly turning bright yellow—Hundred-Year!

Before its aura could settle, the ring rose again. Purple energy swirled around it, and it became a deep violet throughout.

In the blink of an eye.

This God-Bestowed Soul Ring transformed into Deep Ink-Black. Ten-Thousand-Year Pressure swept across the cliff, and even the air let out a heavy hum!

Unlike Soul Rings obtained through Hunting Soul Beasts, God-Bestowed Soul Rings had no Soul Shock.

As long as one's physical body was strong enough, its age could continue rising.

And after Gravity Body Forging, Ye Chen's body was even stronger than that of a Soul Emperor. Absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was effortless for him!

10,000 Years was far from his limit.

Ye Chen felt every inch of his body cheering without the slightest hint of pain.

The Soul Ring's age soared, breaking through 10,000 Years, then 20,000 Years...

It finally stabilized at 30,000 Years. Dark Blue Starlight flowed across its black ring, perfectly merging with the Moon Devil Martial Soul.