The voice faded, and the God of Death wasted no time. He let out a low cry, and black divine power surged from his body, giving off an extremely sinister aura.
Liu Yuan quickly sat cross-legged, his back straight and his expression solemn. He closed his eyes and waited calmly for the God of Death's inheritance to arrive.
Bang!
Soon, the God of Death placed his hand on Liu Yuan's shoulder.
As his palm touched Liu Yuan's shoulder, a faint sound rang out. Then an intensely potent, stimulating Power of the Death God flowed from the God of Death's palm and straight into Liu Yuan's body.
The God of Death's expression grew grave at this stage.
The hardest part was getting started!
Although the God of Death had done his utmost to control the amount of divine power he poured into Liu Yuan and keep it to an absolute minimum,
Liu Yuan was simply too weak at the moment.
So there was no guarantee he could withstand even this wisp of the God of Death's divine power.
For Liu Yuan, being able to withstand it would be ideal, as it would eliminate any concerns when he received the rest of the inheritance. But if he couldn't, his body would explode on the spot.
Even the God of Death felt a little nervous as he watched Liu Yuan.
Seeing Liu Yuan's face turn pale from the divine power he was injecting into him, the God of Death couldn't help but remind him, "Hang in there. Once you get past this, it'll be much easier!"
Liu Yuan could only agree with the God of Death in his heart.
He was in unbearable pain.
It hurt so much that he couldn't even manage to nod.
He felt as if countless ants were frantically gnawing at his flesh, and as the divine power poured into him, even his body seemed on the verge of bursting apart.
He had almost failed to hold on.
But at the crucial moment, his hatred for Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, and the others came to his aid.
"Revenge! I have to get revenge!"
"Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, I'm going to kill them!"
"I can't die! I have to succeed!"
Liu Yuan repeated these words over and over in his heart.
He kept reminding himself that his revenge was not yet complete. He needed enough strength to grow stronger and slaughter everyone who had oppressed him.
So although Liu Yuan was suffering unimaginable pain as he received the inheritance, his hatred for Yu Xiaogang, Tang San, and the others helped him endure it to the bitter end.
He bit his mouth until it bled, and his fingernails dug into his flesh. At last, he used every ounce of his strength to absorb that wisp of the God of Death's divine power. His aura surged!
His complexion improved considerably, and a deathly aura beyond description now surrounded his body. More importantly, he had obtained his very first Soul Ring.
It was a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring, given to him by the God of Death as the divine power merged with him just moments ago, thanks to the inheritance.
Liu Yuan himself didn't yet understand what had happened, so the God of Death reminded him, "You now have your First Soul Ring. Summon your Martial Soul and take a look."
Liu Yuan was overjoyed at the news.
Although he was happy to have successfully received a wisp of the God of Death's inheritance, it was only a wisp, so it wasn't enough to make him ecstatic.
But now that he knew he had obtained his first Soul Ring, everything was different.
He had wanted a Soul Ring for ages. Now, after hearing the God of Death's words, he couldn't help wondering how many years old the one he had received was.
Ten years? A hundred? A thousand? Or ten thousand?
Liu Yuan felt a little nervous.
There was no way it was ten years old. It was a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring, after all. The God of Death wouldn't be so stingy as to give him a mere Ten-Year Soul Ring.
A hundred years seemed the most reasonable. After all, according to Yu Xiaogang, a Soul Master's first Soul Ring should be a few hundred years old; anything more might be too much for the body to bear.
But first, Liu Yuan had never believed Yu Xiaogang's claims. Second, most people's first Soul Ring was a Hundred-Year Soul Ring. If Liu Yuan's was too, then a god's inheritance would seem rather cheap.
So Liu Yuan guessed his First Soul Ring was probably a thousand years old.
Ten thousand years seemed impossible. He couldn't even imagine his first Soul Ring being that old.
With that thought, he quickly summoned his Martial Soul.
A swish rang out.
Liu Yuan summoned his Martial Soul, the Great Scythe. This time, he noticed that it had changed considerably. Before, the scythe had been large, but no faint deathly aura had drifted above it. Now, it did—just like the scythe held by the God of Death beside him!
Suppressing his excitement, he summoned his Soul Ring on the spot, eager to see how old his First Soul Ring was.
Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!
But the next second, he froze!
As Liu Yuan summoned his Soul Ring, a strange sound rang out.
Then a brightly colored ring, a vivid blood-red, floated before him.
Liu Yuan stared at the Soul Ring for a long time. No matter how he looked at it, it seemed to be the legendary Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. His expression filled with utter disbelief.
"Red? A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? My very first Soul Ring is a hundred thousand years old?"
Liu Yuan turned to the God of Death, utterly astonished.
"Mm. I'll give you a hundred-thousand-year one to start. Anything higher might be too much for your body to handle. Even with that wisp of my divine power supporting you, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is already your limit. Once you grow stronger, I'll give you something even better."
The God of Death answered matter-of-factly, as if this so-called Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring meant little to him.
But Liu Yuan was beside himself with excitement.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! This was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
And his very first Soul Ring was a hundred thousand years old!
Normally, even a Titled Douluo would only have a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring for their Ninth Spirit Ring, if they had one at all. Most didn't have any Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Take Tang San, for example.
His Sixth Soul Ring was the first one to reach a hundred thousand years, while his first was only a few hundred years old.
But Liu Yuan's First Soul Ring was already a hundred thousand years old.
And judging by what the God of Death had just said, his later Soul Rings would be even more powerful.
The thought filled Liu Yuan with excitement.
Once he completed the inheritance and came out of seclusion,
wouldn't he be able to hang Tang San up and beat him senseless?
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