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Sun Moon Empire border, a secluded valley.
Surrounded by bare barren mountains, there were no birdsong, no insects, and even the wind was mute.
This place is so remote that not even the Sun Moon Empire border patrol taxi soldiers would take a second look here.
Long Zhanye was sitting cross-legged on a boulder that had been flattened by the wind, with his eyes closed and his face haggard, like a stone statue that had been forgotten in the mountains.
He has been sitting here for half a month.
For half a month, he hadn't moved, and even his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
His body fell into a deep state of meditation, and he was engaged in a final tug of war with the God-Bestowed Soul Ring that was being absorbed by him.
Under his feet, seven Soul Ring of different colors slowly rotated around him.
And above those seven, the eighth Soul Ring is looming.
It was a black Soul Ring with a faint, almost invisible red halo around the edge.
It was not hunted from Soul Beast, but God-Bestowed Soul Ring given to him by God of Sin Medusa.
God-Bestowed Soul Ring does not have a clear limit on the number of years, it is only restricted by his own potential.
How many years he can squeeze out of this Soul Ring depends entirely on his own ability.
Three hours ago, that Eighth Soul Ring was still a standard black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Three hours later, it began to change.
The black began to fade from the outermost ring and was torn away from the edge. The black outer ring faded away, revealing a dark red halo underneath.
The red color is not deep, but light, like the rising sun.
Then, the red color began to deepen, from light red to light red, from light red to dark red, spreading inward circle by circle.
It's like someone is using an invisible pen to color it inch by inch.
Long Zhanye's body was trembling slightly, and he gritted his teeth.
Veins popped out on his forehead, and his long gray hair was scattered on his shoulders, soaked with sweat, and stuck to his face in locks.
His robe was soaked with sweat and clung to his body, outlining his skinny figure with almost only a skeleton left.
After half a month of retreat, he lost nearly 20 pounds.
With bulging cheekbones, sunken eye sockets, and chapped lips, the whole person looked like a zombie crawling out of the grave.
But he still persists.
He knew very well that for a powerful Spirit Master.
The quality of the seventh, eighth and ninth Soul Ring directly determines the height he can reach in the future.
Banning Douluo is not the end of Spirit Master, but a new Qidian.
He gritted his teeth, and the red color on Soul Ring continued to deepen.
Finally, in the deepest part of the blood red, a golden line as thin as hair appeared.
One, two, three, four... the golden lines slowly spread on Soul Ring!
Every time there is one more, Long Zhanye's body will tremble a little more, and one more vein will pop out on his forehead.
Four, five, six and seventh golden lines are looming at the edge of Soul Ring!
Long Zhanye felt that his Sea of Consciousness was surging violently, and Spiritual Soul Core was also spinning crazily, so much that he almost thought that the Soul Core was about to break.
There began to be a buzzing sound in his ears, his mental energy was about to be exhausted to the limit, and his body was sending him a final warning.
Seven golden patterns.
It solidified there, stopping at the edge of Soul Ring.
Long Zhanye tried several times, trying to improve it by a few minutes.
But every attempt ended in failure. It seems that the absorption of God-Bestowed Soul Ring is done in one go and cannot be stopped midway.
At this moment, he opened his eyes. Double Pupil was dim at this moment, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyelids were covered with bloodshot eyes.
He has lost a whole circle of weight, and his already stern face is now even thinner, his cheekbones are high, and the line of his jaw is as sharp as a knife.
His lips were chapped with blood, and blood scabs condensed on his lips, making him look a little ferocious.
The long gray hair is scattered on the shoulders, and the ends of the hair are yellow and have lost their former luster.
He slowly raised his right hand, and a blood-red Soul Ring with seven golden lines rose from his feet!
Eighth Soul Ring, finally completed.
Seven golden patterns, another seven Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
The blood-red light with golden light slowly rotated around him, casting a faint golden-red color on the surrounding gray-white barren mountains.
His Soul Power also jumped from level 80 to level 82.
Two levels, not much, but for a Soul Douluo, the improvement of each level needs to be calculated in years.
He completed in half a month what it took others years to complete.
Twenty-year-old Soul Douluo, level 82.
It is unique in the whole continent.
Long Zhanye closed his eyes, feeling the surging Soul Power in his body, and feeling the power of the new Soul Ring.
He opened his eyes wide and saw everything within a hundred miles.
Not seeing with his eyes, but using his mental perception. He saw the mountains in the distance and the river behind the mountains...
His Double Pupil redefines the concept of "seeing" after incorporating part of Wang Qiu'er, Power of Fate.
But what shocked him the most was not these.
His semen Divine Power continued to spread and stopped on a nearby woman.
The woman had long hair that reached her waist, and her breath was pure, fiery, and contained no trace of impurities.
It's Ye Guyi.
In his perception, under Ye Guyi's feet, nine Soul Ring were arranged in sequence.
Her aura is as steady as a mountain, and her Soul Power fluctuations are as thick as an abyss, which is the level of the title Douluo.
Ye Guyi reached the ban number Douluo.
Long Zhanye tried to see clearly when that happened.
But the details in the picture were too blurry. He could only see the golden robe and the nine Soul Ring, but could not see the surrounding scene clearly.
He couldn't see clearly Ye Guyi's face, nor could he see who she was talking to or whether she was practicing alone.
He tried to push his perception further, trying to see the field clearly, but the invisible force blocked him back.
Power of Fate gave him the ability to spy on destiny. All he could see were these vague and intermittent fragments.
Moreover, he cannot see himself.
He tried three times, and every time his perception tried to spy on himself, he was bounced away by an invisible force.
He couldn't see his future. He didn't know whether this wall was a protection from fate or a punishment from fate.
He put away his perception and opened his eyes again.
Ye Guyi stood not far in front of him, folding her arms and leaning on a stone that was taller than her.
Her long hair was blown away by the wind, glowing with a faint golden halo in the morning light.
Half a month's rest allowed her to adjust to her condition.
She looked at Long Zhanye's skinny appearance, frowned slightly, and a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes.
"Where are we going next?" Her voice couldn't conceal her careless anticipation.
"Look for Master Kong, or return to the Body Sect?"
Long Zhanye looked at her and said nothing.
His eyes moved from her face to the breath of her body.
She is now also a Soul Saint strong person.
And her Seventh Soul Ring is a God-Bestowed Soul Ring given to her by Long Zhanye.
She doesn't have Flawless Golden Body, nor does she have Spiritual Soul Core. Despite her extraordinary talents and hard training, Spirit Master has not escaped the category of excellence.
Sixty-eight thousand years.
The age of God-Bestowed Soul Ring finally stopped at 68,000 years.
She can only go so far on her own. The life span of ordinary Spirit Master and Seventh Soul Ring is about 50,000 years.
The sixty-eight thousand Thousand-Year Soul Ring she absorbed has far exceeded the ordinary Soul Ring years.
But compared with Long Zhanye, which is 700,000 years old, Eighth Soul Ring, 68,000 years is not even a fraction.
"I am Soul Saint now." Ye Guyi seemed to see the meaning in his eyes.
She raised her chin slightly, with a hint of stubbornness in her tone, "Don't hold me to your perverted standards."
Long Zhanye said no more. He stood up, his legs were a little weak, his body swayed, and he barely stabilized...