Break and Rebuild, Forge a Path to Invincibility

Jiang Ming lowered his head and looked at the Space-Rending Beast's corpse.

A ball of yellow light slowly rose, hovering quietly above the corpse.

It was a Soul Ring.

A hundred-year Soul Ring.

Space Type.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and guided the Soul Ring into his body.

The moment the Soul Ring entered his body, Jiang Ming knew he had underestimated it.

The instant that cool silver energy entered his body, it seemed to trigger some kind of switch, transforming from gentle to violent in an instant.

The energy that had once flowed as softly as a stream suddenly swelled, turning into a silver torrent that rampaged through his meridians.

Jiang Ming's pupils contracted sharply.

Something was wrong.

This was not the intensity a hundred-year Soul Ring should possess.

It was at least a six-hundred-year Soul Ring!

Perhaps even higher!

Everyone had different physical limits.

Men were physically stronger than women, and Beast Soul Masters were stronger than support Soul Masters.

If a male Beast Soul Master could absorb a four-hundred-year Soul Ring, then a female support Soul Master trying to absorb one of the same age would be courting death!

The so-called limit of 423 years was information only an idiot could come up with!

Jiang Ming was only level ten.

His limit should have been between 350 and 400 years!

But he had just gone through a nearly fatal battle.

The Blue Silver Emperor was doing everything it could to sustain his life.

At a critical moment like this, a Soul Ring that might exceed six hundred years...

Was like a fuse igniting a powder keg!

Wherever the silver energy passed, his meridians rapidly expanded, tore apart, then expanded again.

Jiang Ming could clearly feel his meridians letting out pained cries under the unbearable strain.

That pain did not come from a single wound, but from the deepest collapse within his body.

Blood began to seep from his seven orifices.

Not because of external wounds, but because of the Soul Ring's backlash.

Blood poured from his eye sockets, nostrils, ears, and mouth at once, forming shocking crimson streaks across his face.

The fragile balance that the Blue Silver Emperor's life force had painstakingly maintained was utterly shattered at that moment.

Jiang Ming's body began to convulse.

His muscles twitched violently, his bones cracked and popped, and silver-white patterns of light emerged across his skin.

Jiang Ming's breathing grew more and more ragged. Every beat of his heart came with a shockwave of silver energy that tore apart even more meridians.

The Blue Silver Emperor's life force was desperately repairing him, but its speed of repair was far slower than the speed of destruction.

One meridian broke.

Then another.

Then a third.

Jiang Ming's consciousness began to blur.

He knew what this meant.

Throughout history, countless Soul Masters had died while absorbing Soul Rings. Their deaths differed, but the essence was the same.

Their bodies could not withstand the energy contained within the Soul Rings. Their meridians shattered inch by inch, their internal organs were pulverized by the energy's impact, and in the end, they died in unbearable agony.

The silver light circulated through his body faster and faster, growing ever more violent.

If the Blue Silver Emperor had not been supporting his body, he would have died in the first wave of impact.

The Blue Silver Emperor's life force was circulating at a pace that was almost like burning itself away.

That gentle golden energy was no longer a stream, but a torrential downpour.

It surged from the deepest parts of Jiang Ming's body, passing through broken meridians, shattered bones, and torn muscles, repairing every tissue on the verge of collapse.

But after repairing them, the Soul Ring's energy tore them apart again!

The cycle had begun!

With every cycle, Jiang Ming endured pain beyond anything an ordinary person could imagine.

With every cycle, subtle changes took place within his body.

His meridians became tougher than before.

His bones became denser than before.

His muscle fibers became stronger than before.

Jiang Ming's consciousness swayed repeatedly between wakefulness and unconsciousness.

Whenever he was about to fail, the Blue Silver Emperor pulled him back.

That life force was impossibly gentle.

It was as if it were saying—You cannot die yet.

Amid countless cycles of tearing and healing, Jiang Ming's body quietly underwent a transformation.

This was the Blue Silver Emperor's true gift.

Not healing, not extending his life.

But—

Turning every limit on the verge of death into an evolution of his body.

The Soul Ring began to merge faster.

Not because it had weakened.

But because Jiang Ming's body had become stronger.

The energy that had once burst his meridians now surged through newly forged, broader pathways.

Though it was still violent, it could no longer inflict fatal damage.

The silver energy completed one final grand circulation within his body.

Then—

It became quiet.

All the violence, all the impacts, all the pain vanished in an instant.

A dark yellow Soul Ring rose from Jiang Ming's body and slowly revolved around him.

A six-hundred-year Space-Type Soul Ring.

The absorption had succeeded.

Jiang Ming knelt on the ground, gasping for breath.

His body was covered in blood.

His own blood, the Space-Rending Beast's blood, and the stagnant blood forced out by the Soul Ring's backlash through his seven orifices.

His clothes had long since been torn to shreds, hanging from him like a pile of rags.

But his eyes were bright.

Not with the relief of surviving a disaster, but with a deeper sharpness that radiated from his very bones.

He looked at his left hand.

The hand that the Space-Rending Beast had bitten to pieces had completely healed.

The claw wound that had nearly disemboweled him had now become a dark red scar.

The Blue Silver Emperor's glow slowly receded within him. Like a guardian that had completed its mission, it sank back into the deepest part of his body and quietly lay dormant.

Jiang Ming's physique had undergone a leap overnight!

By his estimation, his body's strength was now close to that of a Soul Elder!

This was no exaggeration. It was the result the Blue Silver Emperor had forcibly built through repeated cycles of tearing and healing.

Break and rebuild!

A good beginning meant an even better continuation.

He could already consider a thousand-year Soul Ring for his second Soul Ring!

Jiang Ming slowly rose from the ground and reached out toward the air. Silver-white light swirled around his fingertips.

That familiar power flowed through his body with several times its former intensity.

There was no need to inspect it, nor any need to release it.

The characteristics of the Space Martial Soul had already told him the result.

Tear!

Movement!

Both of these traits had increased dramatically.

His previous Space Tear could only be used to pick flowers. Now, it could be used to sever heads!

He had once only been able to move within half a meter. Now, that range had increased tenfold!

Jiang Ming raised his head and looked at the bright moon amid the stars.

The cold pre-dawn wind blew in from afar, drying the blood on his body and dispersing the madness of the night.

He had won his gamble!

Right under the noses of Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he had stolen their prey!

In a state close to death, he had absorbed a six-hundred-year Space Soul Ring!

Both choices had been paths to death, yet he had won his gamble!

It was luck, yet it was not luck.

It was the Blue Silver Emperor's life force that had given him the means to gamble!

"Tang San! Your mom is amazing!"

Jiang Ming took a deep breath, turned, and headed toward Nuoding City.

If he remembered correctly.

In a few days, it would be their death anniversary.