I Am the Master of My Own Destiny

The leader, Tang San, had absorbed the Soul Ring, but he hadn't expected the immense pressure from the Soul Ring and Tang San's trust in him.

"Little San, start absorbing it," Shui Bing'er urged.

Tang San remained silent. He raised his right hand, and a dazzling light emanated from it. Under his spiritual power, the spiritual light of the Hidden Spirit condensed and flew towards him.

"Hidden Spirit, come here. Focus your spiritual power."

Shui Bing'er watched the spiritual light fly over, and she gently reminded him.

Tang San did as she said. After a long time, his spiritual power condensed into a small ball in his palm, resting on the Hidden Spirit.

As Tang San began to absorb the spiritual light, Luo Mo suddenly cast a spell. He took in the energy of the Hidden Spirit's 300-year Soul Ring.

The Soul Ring's energy was transferred to the Hidden Spirit.

As the energy gradually transferred, the Hidden Spirit's Soul Ring decreased from 400 years to 100 years, while Tang San's Hidden Spirit's spiritual power increased from 400 years to 700 years.

At the same time, the Hidden Spirit's spatial capacity also increased.

The previous 100-year cultivation had expanded to 1000 years.

And the high-altitude cultivation had increased to 1000 meters.

Luo Mo sensed that the Hidden Spirit's entire space was related to its spiritual power and years.

The number of years in the Soul Ring determined the space within it, and for every 100 years, the height of the space increased by one meter.

This was why Tang San was hesitant to reach 1000 years of spiritual power, not wanting to attract Tian Meng's suspicion.

"It's a good thing it's colorful. It's Xiao Wu!"

"Heh heh, I'm still Tian Meng's kind heart."

If it weren't for the Transmigrator, he wouldn't have been able to connect Tang San's spiritual power to his current position.

The only thing that could be exchanged was whether absorbing the Hidden Spirit's 300-year spiritual power could be digested, and Tang San's worries would also be consumed.

He could only observe the method later.

"En, this..."

Luo Mo suddenly felt his vision blur, as if he had seen a clear vision of the high-altitude vision.

"My strength is declining, en..."

Luo Mo couldn't help but feel anxious. He displayed his divine power to cover the sky, not only consuming spiritual power but also depleting his divine power.

He tried to use the Hidden Spirit's spiritual bone skill to create an illusion to hide his tracks, but it had no effect.

His vision was blurry, especially his left eye.

When he looked into the mirror, his vision deteriorated, and Luo Mo suddenly called out to Shui Bing'er, but it was a constraint on his vision.

However, it was not a way to solve the problem.

As long as he could increase his physical quality and unlock more of Tian Meng's spiritual power, he could cure his eyes and solve the problem of divine power decline.

In addition to the increase in spiritual power, the replenishment of life force was also extraordinary.

The mirror showed a faint light.

The fighting spirit seemed to have a golden aura.

At this moment, the voice of Tian Meng entered Luo Mo's ears.

"You are damaging the spiritual power of the fortress, and you need the ability of the fortress to be able to protect it, and that is not permanent."

Luo Mo's voice was silent.

He understood her. It was like Xiao Wu's reflection.

"If you want to strengthen your body, you need to find a suitable Soul Beast." Tian Meng silently thought of the stone that had been placed on his hand before.

If he could attract the spirit of the beast, maybe he could solve the decline of divine power.

Fortunately, there was a spiritual probe, and his near-sightedness did not affect his observation of the surroundings.

It was not a fake spiritual skill.

After searching for half an hour, Tang San finally finished absorbing it.

"Little San, you succeeded, en..."

Shui Bing'er looked at Tang San with relief. In her eyes, his research was even more important than his life.

Tang San remained silent. He then raised his right hand, and a dazzling light emanated from it for half an hour, and the light also became thick.

Next, a faint colorful halo rose from his lower abdomen.

"The color is too faint. Why does it feel like a 100-year-old spiritual power?" Shui Bing'er looked at the spiritual power under Tang San's abdomen with some doubt.

It was too bright compared to the previous absorption.

Shui Bing'er ignored the color of the spiritual power and asked Tang San, "What is it?"

Tang San smiled and shook a leaf of the Hidden Spirit.

The roar echoed.

Tang San was startled, and Little Fatty immediately dodged.

Little Fatty: "Ah, this..."

"Let's see if it has poison."

Tang San, who had just shattered the Hidden Spirit Grass, put a piece of it into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, he said, "Poison."

He felt a little regretful about the old man's words.

Little Fatty: "..."

"Alas, my spirit power can't be released, why!"

"What's your spirit power?" he asked impatiently.

At this moment, Luo Mo and Xiao Wu looked fine.

The spirit power was still circulating, and the process of forming a spirit ring was proceeding.

Unlike the skills that the spirit ring would provide, Xiao Wu did not have any problems. On the contrary, why was the spirit ring not problematic for Xiao Wu? It seemed that Xiao Wu also had some secrets.

"My first spirit skill is Hidden Spirit, and its effect is to create a spirit clone."

While speaking, Tang San cast his spirit skill. Spirit power gathered in his palm and transformed into a shimmering light, which was about two meters long.

The crowd exclaimed, "..."

Why was this spirit clone like a shadow?

Little Fatty's eyes widened in surprise. "It's actually a clone!"

"The clone seems to have some poison attached, but it's not clear what kind of poison." Tang San, after absorbing the spirit ring, had a vague understanding of the spirit skill.

"Then try me!" Little Fatty couldn't wait to pick up the spirit clone.

Tang San's mouth twitched. He thought of the old man.

"How many times can Tian Meng not be counted?"

But since it was the old man's request, he couldn't refuse, could he?

Tang San said, "Don't worry, it's not a problem, it's just a poisonous disease."

"Old man, I'm sorry!"

Bang!

This spirit clone, which had only ten pounds of strength, actually let out a muffled roar.

Tian Meng must have been surprised by this time.

"Ow, ouch, ouch!" Little Fatty couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

The crowd exclaimed, "..."

What kind of poison was this?

Hmph! Wasn't the Big Wasteland just stimulating his poison specialty?

Because of this divine beast's Little Fatty, he wanted to try it on the spot, his face was full of purple.

He quickly explained, "It's not me... it's the effect of the spirit clone!"

The Sect Master was a little suspicious. "Really?"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself!" Little Fatty rolled his eyes.

The Sect Master heard this and quickly waved his hand. "Then forget it."

However, Tang San was still observing the spirit skill, and he also had some guesses.

What kind of spirit skill was this?

It made people feel itchy.

It felt so good... Ah... So comfortable...

"As expected of Hidden Spirit, it's worthy of being Xiao Wu's first choice!"

Tang San looked at Little Fatty and said, "Old man, this spirit skill is also very interesting."

"Oh..." Little Fatty also felt that this spirit clone was not very good. Could he still bear it? Did he want to try it?

"Hmph, Tang San, besides this spirit skill, all other spirit skills are not enough."

Little Fatty opened his mouth in a complaining manner. "It can not only attack, but also control. It is a spirit element that the Demon God Pillar painstakingly created for his opponent, and it is a very useful skill."

Tang San accepted the old man's explanation.

As for the others, except for Little Fatty's surprise, Luo Mo lowered his head and looked at the lines on his body, and the Sect Master was still writing the stars.

It's good to have a reason.