The First Spirit Ring, One Hundred Thousand Years!

As the voice faded, the God of Death did not delay any further. With a low grunt, a surge of black divine power erupted from his body, casting an incredibly eerie and ominous aura.

Liu Yuan quickly sat cross-legged, his back straight and his expression solemn. With his eyes closed, he waited with a calm heart for the inheritance of the God of Death to begin.

Bang!

Soon, the God of Death placed his palm onto Liu Yuan's shoulder.

As palm met shoulder, a faint sound echoed, and immediately after, an intensely potent and stinging Power of the Death God began to flow from the God of Death's hand directly into Liu Yuan's body.

At this stage, the expression of the God of Death was exceptionally grave.

The beginning of all things is the hardest!

Although the God of Death had tried his best to control the dosage of divine power injected into Liu Yuan, keeping it to the absolute minimum, Liu Yuan was simply too weak at this moment.

Therefore, it was not certain that he could withstand even this sliver of the God of Death's power.

For Liu Yuan, it would be best if he could endure this power, as it would remove any future worries regarding the inheritance. But if he failed, he would explode and die on the spot.

Consequently, even the God of Death felt a touch of nervousness as he watched Liu Yuan.

Seeing Liu Yuan's face turn deathly pale as the divine power entered his body, the God of Death could not help but offer a reminder: "Hold on. Once you get through this, everything will be much easier!"

Liu Yuan could only agree with the God of Death in his heart.

At this moment, he was in absolute agony.

The intensity of this pain was so great that he couldn't even manage to nod his head.

He felt as if thousands of ants were frantically gnawing at his flesh and blood, and with the infusion of divine power, it felt as though his very body was about to burst apart.

He was on the verge of breaking.

Yet, in this critical moment, the hatred he held in his heart for Tang San and Yu Xiaogang helped him.

"Revenge! I must have revenge!"

"Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, I will kill them!"

"I cannot die! I must succeed!"

Liu Yuan repeated these words over and over in his mind.

He kept reminding himself that his great vengeance remained unfulfilled and that he needed to gain sufficient strength to enhance himself so that he could slaughter all those who had oppressed him.

Therefore, even though Liu Yuan felt endless pain from receiving the inheritance, fueled by his hatred for Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, he ultimately managed to endure the agony.

He bit his lips until they bled and dug his fingernails deep into his own flesh. Finally, exerting every ounce of his strength, he completed the absorption of that sliver of the God of Death's power, and his aura surged violently!

His complexion improved significantly, and a subtle, indescribable aura of death now clung to his body. Most importantly, he had obtained his very first spirit ring.

This was a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring, gifted to him by the God of Death through the fusion of the divine power he had just received.

However, Liu Yuan was not yet fully aware of this, so the God of Death reminded him: "You have already obtained your first spirit ring. You may summon your martial soul and see for yourself."

Liu Yuan was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Although he had been happy to successfully receive a sliver of the inheritance, it was only a sliver, so it hadn't been enough to make him ecstatic.

But now, knowing he had obtained his first spirit ring, it was a different story.

He had long desired a spirit ring, and after hearing the God of Death's words, he became curious about the age of the ring he had acquired.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years?

Liu Yuan felt a sense of trepidation.

Ten years was unlikely; it was a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring, after all, and the God of Death couldn't be so stingy as to give him a ten-year ring.

A hundred years was the most logical, as according to Yu Xiaogang's theories, a spirit master's first ring should ideally be a few hundred years old, lest the body be unable to withstand it.

However, Liu Yuan had never believed in Yu Xiaogang's theories, and furthermore, most people's first spirit rings were hundred-year rings; if Liu Yuan's was also a hundred-year ring, then this divine inheritance would seem far too cheap.

Thus, Liu Yuan guessed his first spirit ring should be a thousand-year one.

Ten thousand years was out of the question; Liu Yuan didn't even dare to imagine a ten-thousand-year first spirit ring.

With this in mind, he quickly summoned his martial soul.

Soon, a swish sound rang out.

Liu Yuan summoned his Great Scythe, and this time, he noticed that his Great Scythe had undergone significant changes. In the past, although his scythe was large, it lacked that faint, drifting aura of death. Now, however, it was present, just like the scythe held by the God of Death beside him!

He forcibly suppressed his excitement and summoned his spirit ring on the spot, eager to see its age.

Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!

But the next second, he froze in place!

As Liu Yuan summoned his spirit ring, a strange sound emerged.

Following that, a brilliantly colored spirit ring, as red as fresh blood, floated directly before him.

Liu Yuan stared at the ring, stunned for a long time. No matter how he looked at it, it appeared to be a legendary hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, and his expression was filled with deep, utter disbelief.

"Red? A hundred-thousand-year spirit ring? My first spirit ring is... it's already a hundred thousand years old?"

Liu Yuan said to the God of Death beside him, feeling incredibly shocked.

"Hmm, I'll give you a 100,000-year one to play with first. Any higher, and I fear your body wouldn't be able to withstand it; even with a sliver of my divine power supporting you, a 100,000-year spirit ring is already the limit. Once you become stronger in the future, I will give you even better ones."

The God of Death replied to Liu Yuan as if it were a matter of course, clearly implying that this so-called 100,000-year spirit ring meant nothing to him.

Yet, at this moment, Liu Yuan's heart was filled with immense excitement.

A 100,000-year spirit ring! This was a 100,000-year spirit ring!

Furthermore, he was the first person whose very first spirit ring was 100,000 years old!

One must know that for a normal Title Douluo, it is generally only the ninth spirit ring that reaches 100,000 years, and most don't even possess a 100,000-year spirit ring at all.

Not to mention others, even Tang San.

His sixth spirit ring was the first to be 100,000 years old, while his first spirit ring was merely a few hundred years old.

Yet, Liu Yuan's first spirit ring was directly 100,000 years old.

Moreover, according to what the God of Death just said, his subsequent spirit rings would be even more powerful.

This made Liu Yuan feel extremely excited.

If he were to truly complete the inheritance and emerge from seclusion in the future, wouldn't he be able to hang Tang San up and beat him?