Beast King Domain

"Wasn't this why you had been feeding him grand promises since he was little? You made Jin Sheng work himself to the bone just to obtain a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring."

Watching Jin Sheng endure the relentless abuse, Ye Guyi suddenly felt that she might not have been working hard enough.

"His physique is more or less strong enough, but his spiritual power is still lacking."

Ning Que sensed Jin Sheng's condition and considered how he could help him take another step forward.

The best way to improve spiritual power was to fuse with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from the head.

Given the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect's resources, they could find a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from the head as long as they were willing to spend enough. The difficult part was finding one dropped by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast with a golden bloodline.

He truly wanted the sect to have someone with a Golden Crocodile King martial soul.

After all, the 190,000-year Golden Hawksbill Turtle torso bone in his possession had been reserved for Jin Sheng.

"Do you know why Grandpa's title is Crocodile King? It is because I hoped to restore the glory of the Golden Crocodile King."

"Indeed, Grandpa has achieved nothing worthwhile in his life. I had to risk my old life to reach my current accomplishments, so I placed all my hopes on you. You may resent Grandpa if you wish. I will not blame you."

"Jin Sheng, if you feel wronged, just say that you want to give up. Grandpa will stop forcing you right now."

Elder Jin's voice constantly rang in Jin Sheng's ears. As he whipped Jin Sheng, he circulated his spiritual power to help him maintain his state of mind.

During the process, he also expended soul power to gradually stimulate the origin attributes contained within the ten-thousand-year Diamond Vine and fuse them into Jin Sheng's body.

"Grandpa, the Young Master said that I would definitely succeed!"

"My bloodline carries the blood of the Golden Crocodile King. What belongs to me, I will definitely claim."

Jin Sheng gritted his teeth, endured the agonizing pain throughout his body, and let out a deep roar.

The next moment, a powerful aura erupted from within him, and his entire being underwent a complete transformation.

"Damn it!"

"The heavens are unfair! The heavens are unfair!"

While Ning Que was happy for Jin Sheng upon seeing this, he inwardly cried out over the injustice of fate.

Why was he a Support System soul master? Why was he not from the Power Attack System?

"This... this is..."

Seeing the sudden change in his grandson, Elder Jin was somewhat stunned.

This Mimicry Training Room had been proposed by Ning Que and built at great expense exclusively for Jin Sheng.

Countless Soul Beast skeletons had been placed inside. Some were complete, some incomplete; there were skeletons from thousand-year Soul Beasts, ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts, and even several from Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts.

Aside from increasing Jin Sheng's cultivation speed, it had also been built for the sake of a legend.

A legend concerning domains.

Both the Star Luo imperial family and the former Spirit Hall's inheritance contained clear records that a Mimicry Training Room built in this manner could not only greatly increase a beast soul master's cultivation speed, but might also allow a soul master within it to gain control over a domain.

A legendary domain: the Beast King Domain.

Clearly, Jin Sheng had inadvertently touched upon the threshold of the Beast King Domain.

As Jin Sheng defeated Soul Beasts one after another within his consciousness, refusing to retreat or submit even when facing the lingering will within the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast skeletons, he successfully took the first step of his transformation.

Streams of light emerged from the countless Soul Beast skeletons and merged into Jin Sheng's body, making his aura increasingly tyrannical.

His entire person gained an air of looking down upon the world, of supreme dominance.

The Beast King Domain had formed!

The next moment, Jin Sheng abruptly opened his eyes, and a flash of golden light passed through them.

At the moment the Beast King Domain condensed successfully, not only did his spiritual power advance further, but he also touched upon the threshold of bloodline enhancement.

If not for his insufficient foundation, his martial soul might truly have evolved in one stroke into the Golden Crocodile King.

But it did not matter. Having already touched the threshold, he merely needed to accumulate enough and continue forward. Sooner or later, the Golden Crocodile King would reappear.

As for this Mimicry Training Room, it had completely lost its effectiveness now that Jin Sheng's domain had successfully condensed.

Still, it had all been worth it!

"Tell my father to have the sect spare no expense in finding, within one month, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone from the head of a Soul Beast with a golden bloodline!"

Seeing how promising Jin Sheng had proven himself to be, Ning Que did not mind giving him another push. He wanted to further raise the age of Jin Sheng's fourth soul ring and even use this opportunity to let his martial soul completely transform into the Golden Crocodile King.

As he spoke, he removed the 190,000-year Golden Hawksbill Turtle soul bone from his storage Soul Tool.

"Fuse with it once you have recovered!"

"Elder Jin, from today onward, aside from researching Soul Tools, spend all your remaining time protecting Jin Sheng. After all, he may soon possess two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones, and others will inevitably covet them."

Ning Que looked at Elder Jin and spoke gravely, his words filled with solemnity.

After the sect had paid such a huge price to nurture this prodigy, they naturally did not want any accidents to occur.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Jin Heng also sensed Ning Que's determination and realized that his grandson was truly about to soar into the heavens.

After all, even Golden Crocodile Douluo of old had never managed to control the Beast King Domain.

Yet his grandson had succeeded.

The Beast King Domain.

Within the domain, all of the user's attributes increased by ten percent, while all of the enemy's attributes decreased by ten percent.

Especially when facing beast martial souls or Soul Beasts, the user's attribute increase could reach twenty percent, while the opponent's decrease could reach twenty percent.

The difference before and after amounted to a full forty percent.

This could no longer be described as merely heaven-defying.

A Jin Sheng like this deserved the sect's full support.

After Ning Que informed his father of the news, Ning Yunfan acted immediately without any hesitation.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect actually had information regarding the requested head soul bone.

It was simply that the other party's asking price had been too high, so they had been negotiating all along.

After all, Jin Sheng was not a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Though he was worthy of heavy investment, he had not yet reached the level of being worth as much as cultivating Ning Que.

Now, it seemed Jin Sheng was worth it.

Besides, Jin Sheng had already entered into an engagement with his daughter. A son-in-law was half a son, and he was worth cultivating with all their strength.

Ning Yunfan had to admit that his own judgment still fell somewhat short of his son's.

"Son, Father needs to tell you something. You need to prepare yourself mentally."

After arranging the matter, Ning Yunfan found his son and spoke with a serious expression.

"What is it?"

Ning Que was somewhat confused.

This was clearly good news, something to be happy about. Why did his father look so grave?

"Well, after all the things you have been doing these past few years, our Nine Treasures Glazed Sect's reserve treasury is nearly bankrupt. Could you perhaps be a little more cautious when spending money from now on?"

For the sect master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect to say such a thing, one could imagine just how ruthlessly Ning Que had drained their resources over the years.

"Father, is it really that bad?"

"If there is truly no other way, then let us suspend the previous plan. It is enough for my martial soul to evolve into the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda."

Ning Que let out a sigh, as though he were making a difficult compromise.

Then, unhurriedly, he revealed his martial soul: the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

Eight treasures fully solidified, not the illusory kind.

"What do you mean, lacking money?"

"Our Nine Treasures Glazed Sect is wealthy beyond measure. How could we possibly lack money?"

"So what if we used up one reserve treasury? We still have several more just like it!"

"How can a plan be stopped just because someone says so?"

The moment Ning Yunfan looked at his son's Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda martial soul, his eyes immediately burned with fervor.