Beast King Domain

"Isn't that the reason you've been dangling carrots in front of him since he was a child, making this kid Jin Sheng grit his teeth and push himself to the limit just to obtain a ten-thousand-year fourth soul ring?"

Ye Guyi watched Jin Sheng as he was continuously subjected to such torment, and she suddenly felt that perhaps she wasn't working hard enough herself.

"His physique is just about enough, but his spiritual power is still lacking."

Ning Que sensed Jin Sheng's condition, pondering how he could help the other party take that next step.

The best way to improve spiritual power is to fuse a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone for the head.

With the resources of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect, as long as they spared no expense, finding a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone for the head was achievable; the difficulty lay in finding one dropped by a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that possessed a golden bloodline.

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

One had to know, the 190,000-year Golden Hawksbill Turtle torso bone in his possession was reserved specifically for Jin Sheng.

"Do you know why your grandfather's title is the Crocodile King? It is because he hopes to recreate the glory of the Golden Crocodile King."

"Indeed, your grandfather has been a failure in this life, exhausting his very life force just to reach his current achievements, which is why he has entrusted all his hopes to you. You may resent your grandfather; he does not blame you."

"Jin Sheng, if you feel wronged, just say the word 'give up,' and your grandfather will stop pushing you right now."

Elder Jin's voice echoed continuously in Jin Sheng's ears, his hand lashing out while he circulated his spiritual power to help Jin Sheng maintain his state of mind.

During this process, he even expended his own soul power to stimulate the attribute essence contained within the ten-thousand-year Diamond Vine, bit by bit, merging it into Jin Sheng's body.

"Grandfather, the Young Master said that I will definitely succeed!"

"My bloodline inheritance contains the blood of the Golden Crocodile King; what belongs to me, I will surely obtain."

Jin Sheng gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain racking his body, and roared in a low, fierce voice.

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!"

Seeing this scene, while Ning Que was happy for Jin Sheng, he couldn't help but cry out against the unfairness of the heavens in his heart.

Why was he an auxiliary-type soul master? Why wasn't he a power-attack type?

"This... this is..."

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

This Mimicry Training Room was built at Ning Que's suggestion, costing a fortune to create specifically for Jin Sheng alone.

It was filled with the remains of countless soul beasts—some complete, some fragmented; there were remains of thousand-year soul beasts, ten-thousand-year soul beasts, and even several sets of remains from hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

Beyond increasing Jin Sheng's cultivation speed, it was also built for the sake of a legend.

A legend concerning a domain.

Whether in the records of the Star Luo imperial family or the archives of the former Martial Soul Hall, there were clear accounts that using this method to create a mimicry training environment not only greatly increased the cultivation speed of beast soul masters but also potentially allowed a soul master to master a domain while immersed within it.

A legendary domain: the Beast King Domain.

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

As Jin Sheng defeated one soul beast after another within his conscious space, refusing to retreat or yield even in the face of the lingering consciousness within the hundred-thousand-year soul beast remains, he successfully took the first step of his transformation.

Rays of light emerged from the countless soul beast remains and merged into Jin Sheng's body, making his aura increasingly formidable.

His entire person began to exude an air of looking down upon the world, a sense of absolute supremacy.

The Beast King Domain, complete!

The next moment, Jin Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed through his pupils.

The moment the Beast King Domain successfully condensed, not only did his spiritual power advance, but he also touched the threshold of bloodline evolution.

If not for his insufficient foundation, his martial soul might have truly evolved in one fell swoop to become the Golden Crocodile King.

However, it mattered not; he had already touched the threshold. From here on, he only needed to accumulate enough strength and keep moving forward, and sooner or later, the Golden Crocodile King would reappear.

As for this mimicry training site, with Jin Sheng's domain successfully condensed, it had completely lost its effectiveness.

But everything was worth it!

"Tell my father to have the sect spare no cost to find a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone for the head from a soul beast with a golden bloodline within one month!"

Seeing this kid Jin Sheng show such promise, he didn't mind helping him once more, pushing the age of his fourth soul ring even further, and perhaps even using this opportunity to let his martial soul completely transform into the Golden Crocodile King.

As he spoke, he took the 190,000-year Golden Hawksbill Turtle soul bone from his storage soul tool.

"After you recover, fuse with this!"

"Elder Jin, from today on, aside from researching soul tools, spend all your time protecting Jin Sheng. After all, it is very likely that he will soon possess two hundred-thousand-year soul bones, and it is inevitable that he will attract the covetous eyes of others."

Ning Que looked at Elder Jin and spoke in a deep voice, his words heavy with gravity.

The sect had paid such a high price to cultivate this prodigy; naturally, he did not wish for any accidents to occur.

"Many thanks, Young Master!"

Jin Heng also felt Ning Que's determination and realized that his grandson was truly about to soar into the sky this time.

One must know, the Beast King Domain was something even the Golden Crocodile Douluo of the past had never been able to master.

His grandson had actually succeeded in mastering it.

Beast King Domain.

Within the domain, one's own attributes are increased by ten percent, while the enemy's attributes are reduced by ten percent.

Especially when facing beast-type Martial Souls and spirit beasts, one's own attributes can be boosted by twenty percent, while the opponent's are lowered by twenty percent.

The total disparity between the two sides reaches a staggering forty percent.

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

Such a Jin Sheng was worthy of the sect's vigorous cultivation.

After Ning Que informed his father of this news, he did not hesitate for a moment and immediately took action.

Regarding the requested head spirit bone, the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect did indeed have information on it.

It was just that the other party's asking price was too high, and they had been in negotiations with them all along.

After all, Jin Sheng was not a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; although Jin Sheng was worth cultivating, he had not yet reached the level of the resources invested in Ning Que.

Now, it seemed, Jin Sheng was worth it.

Moreover, this lad Jin Sheng had already become betrothed to his daughter; a son-in-law is half a son, so he was still worth cultivating with all their might.

Ning Yunfan had to admit that his own judgment was still somewhat inferior to his son's.

"Son, Father needs to tell you something; you must prepare yourself mentally."

After arranging this matter, Ning Yunfan found his son and spoke with a grave expression.

"What is it?"

Ning Que was somewhat puzzled.

With such good news, it was clearly a happy occasion, so why was his old man looking so solemn?

"Well, after all your tossing and turning these past few years, our Nine Treasures Glazed Sect's small treasury is nearly bankrupt. When you spend money in the future, could you be a little more cautious?"

For the Sect Master of the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect to say such words, one could imagine just how ruthlessly Ning Que had been spending.

"Old man, is it really like that?"

"If there's really no other way, then let's pause the previous plan. My Martial Soul evolving into the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda is already enough."

Ning Que sighed, as if he were making some sort of difficult sacrifice.

He then slowly manifested his Martial Soul, the Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

The eight treasures were completely solid, not merely phantom projections.

"What, short of money?"

"Our Nine Treasures Glazed Sect is the wealthiest in the world; how could we possibly be short of money!"

"It's just the consumption of one small treasury; we still have several more just like it!"

"How could the plan just stop like that?"

Looking at his son's Eight Treasures Glazed Pagoda Martial Soul, Ning Yunfan's eyes immediately turned fervent.