Original Sin Domain: Gluttony Abyss

A colorless spirit ring hovered silently above Qian Xunji's head.

Although it looked like a mere wisp of vapor that might dissipate at any moment, appearing entirely unremarkable, a slight perception was enough to sense the pure energy surging within it.

There was no resentment from a dying spirit beast, nor any violent bloodline backlash;

it was like a mass of absolutely obedient energy, waiting only for its master to claim it.

Qian Xunji sat back down cross-legged, his thoughts stirring as he guided the adaptive spirit ring provided by the system to descend slowly.

The moment the ring touched his body, Qian Xunji felt every pore on his skin relax.

That energy, like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, drove straight through his meridians, merging perfectly with the incomparably domineering spirit power of his Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel.

The system's "adaptive" feature

meant that this spirit ring would automatically deduce and solidify into the most perfect age state based on his current physical strength, mental limit, and the endurance of his martial soul.

Standing to the side, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, appearing as steady as an old dog, though his hands hidden within his sleeves were clenched tight.

Under his gaze, the color of the colorless spirit ring began to change drastically.

Ten-year white, hundred-year yellow, thousand-year purple, ten-thousand-year black...

This transformation was completed in the blink of an eye. When the spirit ring turned a deep, pitch black, Qian Daoliu grew increasingly agitated. A miracle...

But the changes did not stop there.

At the edges of the black, a heart-stopping crimson began to seep out.

This red, like blood dripped into clear water, spread rapidly. In just a few breaths, it dyed the entire spirit ring a pure, bloody hue!

One hundred thousand years!

The corners of Qian Daoliu's eyes twitched slightly. Even for a peerless Douluo at level ninety-nine like himself, obtaining a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring would require significant effort.

Yet now, a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring had been born out of thin air, and judging by the depth of that red, the age was still climbing frantically.

One hundred and ten thousand years, one hundred and thirty thousand years, one hundred and fifty thousand years...

Qian Xunji kept his eyes tightly shut, his brows slightly furrowed.

The phantom of the Twelve-Winged Original Sin Fallen Angel flickered behind him, greedily devouring this vast power to help him shoulder the pressure.

Finally, when a strange golden pattern emerged on the surface of the blood-colored ring, the momentum of its climb came to a complete halt.

Two hundred thousand years!

This was Qian Xunji's current limit.

"Hoo—"

Qian Xunji slowly opened his eyes, a flash of eerie purple-red light flickering deep within his otherwise profound pupils.

He stood up slowly, and beneath his feet, two yellow, two purple, and four black rings—along with one red—floated up and down.

Level ninety-three!

As this two-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring stabilized completely, two incredibly domineering streams of information naturally carved themselves into his mind.

Any spirit ring over one hundred thousand years old must grant two spirit skills.

Qian Xunji carefully contemplated these two skills tailored specifically for him, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl into a satisfied arc.

Ninth Spirit Skill, First Skill:

[Original Sin Domain: Gluttony Abyss]

This was a massive, wide-range domain skill combining passive and active effects:

Once activated, Qian Xunji would be covered in an extreme devouring attribute.

Within the domain, the spirit power consumption of all hostile targets would be forcibly doubled regardless of their level, and the spirit power, vitality, and even the energy attacks they released would be forcibly devoured by the domain and converted into the purest source energy to feed back into Qian Xunji himself.

Simply put, as long as he wasn't killed instantly, he was a perpetual motion machine in a crowd of enemies; the more enemies there were, the more energized he became.

Ninth Spirit Skill, Second Skill:

[Fallen Angel: Doomsday Judgment]

This was a single-target kill skill that reached the absolute extreme.

It compressed the ultimate judgment of the Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel and the power of darkness to the limit, condensing a spear of judgment that ignored all physical defenses and spirit power shields.

This strike did not look at defense; it only looked at the total spirit power and mental judgment of both parties.

Once locked on, the target either had to endure the collision of spirit power or be reduced to nothingness under the power of destruction.

"As expected of a system product. This skill configuration is pure villain template material."

Qian Xunji felt a secret thrill, waving his hand to retract his martial soul and spirit rings.

At this moment, the sweat-drenched Yue Guan finally completed his "procurement" mission.

Dozens of jade cases and gold boxes of varying sizes and materials were neatly arranged by him on a flat slab of bluestone.

Yue Guan carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead; although his peach-blossom eyes, adorned with exquisite eyeshadow, remained glued to the boxes, his demeanor was one of extreme reverence.

"Your Excellency Pope, Great Elder. All the top-grade immortal herbs that could be harvested are here. This subordinate strictly followed the methods of jade and gold extraction; not a single shred of their medicinal potency has been harmed."

Yue Guan bowed slightly.

"Well done." Qian Xunji stepped forward and, with a wave of his large sleeve, stored the vast majority of the jade cases into his storage Soul Tool.

Subsequently, his gaze fell upon a large gold box that Yue Guan had placed separately to the side.

Qian Xunji flicked his finger, and the gold box landed steadily into Yue Guan's arms.

"Your Excellency Pope, this is..." Yue Guan's entire body stiffened, his hands trembling as he clutched the box.

"The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum. Consuming it invigorates the four limbs, clears the eight meridians, and can forge an indestructible body of diamond."

"This immortal herb is not only of the same origin as your martial soul, but it is also enough to clear the path for your cultivation."

"Martial Soul Hall is currently in a time of great need for talent. Yue Guan, you must strive for excellence..."

Yue Guan was stunned.

He certainly knew what was inside this box; while harvesting it earlier, he had nearly been unable to resist taking a bite just from the scent alone.

An immortal herb that seized the fortune of heaven and earth like this—he doubted there was a second one in the entire continent.

Yet now, the Pope had actually bestowed it upon him so nonchalantly?

Moreover, what did the Pope's words just now mean?

He felt as though a glorious path was beckoning to him.

Thump.

Yue Guan's knees went weak, and he knelt heavily onto the hard rock.

This time, there was no trepidation, no fear—only a fanaticism that would make a man die for one who truly appreciates him.

Yue Guan held the gold box high above his head with both hands, his voice so hoarse it nearly cracked: "Many thanks to Your Excellency for this grace of rebirth! This subordinate, Yue Guan, belongs to Your Excellency from this day forth! Whether it be a mountain of blades or a sea of flames, I await your command!"

Having secured a future capable lieutenant, Qian Xunji turned to look at Qian Daoliu: "Father, the environment here is uniquely gifted; plants can grow at ten times the speed. Upon returning, we shall dispatch elders to guard it in shifts and establish a restricted zone on the perimeter."

"That is only right." Qian Daoliu nodded.

The process of Qian Xunji absorbing the spirit ring just now had thoroughly confirmed his suspicion of a "divine gift."

He now only wished to return to Martial Soul Hall as quickly as possible to distribute these immortal herbs and let his brothers enjoy the benefits.