Zichuan's Cheat Was No Match for Huo's! Du Busi Was About to Break Through to Limit Douluo

This time, it was a pure infusion of ice-attribute power. The Heart of Life in Zichuan's right chest throbbed violently as emerald-green Life Soul Power surged forth to meet it, attempting to contain and harmonize this frigid force.

The process was even more "thrilling" than when he had absorbed the Aromatic Silk Beauty. The piercing cold seemed capable of freezing even his soul, but thanks to the Heart of Life's powerful tolerance and healing ability, as well as the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass's active cooperation and control, it passed without incident.

A dazzling red Soul Ring, as pure and brilliant as the finest ruby, condensed beneath Zichuan's feet at the position of the Heart of Life!

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring! Crimson, representing the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass's hundred-thousand years of cultivation and Extreme Ice!

The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass's core consciousness also transformed into the phantom of a miniature ice-blue octagonal grass and entered the Sea of Consciousness.

She was colder than the Aromatic Silk Beauty, and more cautious as well. The moment she entered, she sensed those two terrifying clusters of Divine Sense. In particular, the indifferent gaze emanating from the God of Destruction made even her, an ice-attribute Soul Spirit, feel "cold."

She did not even dare take a proper look. Instead, she copied the Aromatic Silk Beauty, saying nothing as she silently drifted to another corner, reined in all her aura, and became a "well-behaved" ice sculpture.

Last was the Infernal Delicate Apricot.

The phantom of the woman in red carried an indomitable momentum as it transformed into a blazing crimson pillar of light and likewise merged into the Heart of Life.

The extreme heat and the violent origin power of the Yang Spring made Zichuan's body temperature soar instantly. His skin turned crimson, as if he were about to burst into flames.

The Heart of Life pounded like war drums, forming a wondrous resonance with the Heart of Destruction. Ice and fire collided and intertwined within his body, only to be forcibly harmonized and absorbed by the two hearts.

This time was even more "lively" than the previous two combined. Ice and fire achieved a dynamic balance within Zichuan's body, even tempering his meridians and bones in turn.

Another brilliant crimson Soul Ring lit up! The Infernal Delicate Apricot's hundred-thousand-year sacrifice had succeeded!

When her Soul Spirit phantom entered the Sea of Consciousness, she still carried the excitement of completing the sacrifice and the bold spirit of "following the boss from now on." But in the next second, that boldness froze on her "face."

She stared blankly at those two spheres of Divine Sense, then at the Aromatic Silk Beauty and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass "playing dead" in the corner. The red-clad "girl" promptly and sheepishly shrank into a third corner even faster than she had arrived, her flames dimming somewhat.

With that, the sacrifices were complete.

Zichuan slowly opened his eyes. As his gaze shifted, violet-gold radiance and dark crimson sharpness flashed through his left eye, while icy blue and crimson glimmers swept through his right before both eyes finally returned to deep black.

He let out a long breath, and even his exhalation carried a strange ripple of intertwined ice and fire.

Feeling the unprecedentedly vast Soul Power surging within him, even Zichuan was a little shaken.

Although the three Immortal Herbs had done their utmost to suppress the energy and seal most of their essence deep within his Sea of Consciousness for him to absorb gradually in the future, merely the "entry-level" energy had already caused him to...

Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

On the left, the Heart of Destruction: one purple, one orange-gold. The purple was profound, the orange-gold noble, and they complemented each other.

On the right, the Heart of Life: two red. Two dazzling crimson Soul Rings, symbolizing hundred-thousand years of cultivation, slowly rotated as they emitted suffocatingly powerful fluctuations.

Purple, orange-gold, red, red.

This Soul Ring configuration was something no one had ever seen, or even heard of! Any Soul Master who saw it would probably begin questioning life itself.

And under the infusion of such immense energy, his Soul Power Level soared like a rocket!

Level 21, Level 22, Level 23... In the end, it stopped at the threshold of Level 28! Moreover, his foundation was incomparably solid, his Soul Power condensed and vigorous, far surpassing others of the same level!

He could even feel that he had grown a little taller. His body was more balanced and powerful, a faint treasure-like glow flowed beneath his skin, and his entire aura had shed some of a child's immaturity in favor of greater steadiness and restrained sharpness.

The two hearts beat steadily and powerfully. Destruction and Life Soul Power formed their own cycle within his body, endlessly circulating.

Not far away, Du Busi had long since finished absorbing the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

He was seated cross-legged beneath an ancient tree, surrounded by a faint halo of interwoven gold and white. His aura fluctuated unpredictably, rising and falling, but his face overflowed with irrepressible ecstasy.

The medicinal power of that eighty-thousand-year Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was beyond imagination. Its properties of "Indestructible Vajra" and "strengthening the foundation and replenishing vitality" made it a perfect supplement for a Super Douluo like him, whose body was his Martial Soul!

The peak bottleneck of Level 98 that had troubled him for years was violently loosening at this moment, and clear cracks had even appeared in it!

Seeing Zichuan awaken and withdraw his Soul Rings, Du Busi forcibly suppressed the urge to immediately enter seclusion. In a flash, he appeared before Zichuan and excitedly looked him over from head to toe. His gaze swept over the orange-gold ring and the two crimson rings, and despite having been mentally prepared, he still drew a sharp breath.

"Level 28... an orange-gold Soul Ring... two hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings..." Du Busi's voice trembled slightly as he forcefully patted Zichuan's shoulder.

"Good! Good! Good! I knew it! Hahahaha!"

After laughing heartily a few times, his expression turned serious as he said to Zichuan:

"Disciple, I can feel it... the bottleneck has loosened! The medicinal power of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum is still spreading through me. I must enter seclusion immediately and charge toward the final step! This place has abundant spiritual energy, with ice and fire in harmony. It is the perfect place for secluded cultivation!"

The final step? Level 99, Limit Douluo?!

Zichuan's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded. "Teacher, please enter seclusion without concern! This place is safe. Your disciple will stand guard for you!"

Although someone of Du Busi's strength did not need him to stand guard, he still had to show his sincerity.

Du Busi looked deeply at Zichuan, his eyes filled with gratification and trust.

"Good! Since this place is your opportunity, cultivate well here and familiarize yourself with your newfound power. Those Immortal Herb friends' Soul Spirits will likely need time to adjust to you as well. I will emerge from seclusion in a few months at the earliest, or one or two years at the latest!"

He did not delay any longer. He nodded to Zichuan, then cupped his hands toward the Immortal Herb phantoms in the distance before flashing back beneath the ancient tree. He sat down cross-legged once more, and dark green Soul Power erupted from him, forming a thick cocoon of light around his body as he completely entered deep seclusion.

On the surface of the cocoon, the faint phantoms of Vajra and exotic chrysanthemum patterns flowed continuously, devouring the dense spiritual energy of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Zichuan looked at that cocoon of light, his heart filled with anticipation. If his teacher could achieve Level 99 and become a Limit Douluo, the Body Sect would truly possess the top-tier strength to openly contend with Shrek and Mingde Hall!

And he himself would gain an incomparably solid pillar of support.

He walked to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and crouched down, looking at the reflection of his face in the spring water, which seemed to have matured somewhat.

Then he felt the power within his body, enough to make any peer despair, as well as the three "honest and obedient" hundred-thousand-year Soul Spirits in his Sea of Consciousness, and those two God King big shots who kept "chasing after him to feed him"...

An extraordinarily complicated, indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

There was joy at gaining power, anticipation for the future, and gratitude toward his teacher, his sect, and Old Zi. But more than that, there was a... ridiculous, unreal feeling, mixed with a trace of secret delight.

From the moment his Martial Soul awakened, his path of cultivation seemed to have been swept up by an invisible tide called "favor," charging ahead at full speed without encountering even a proper obstacle.

Others risked their lives hunting Soul Beasts, while he waited for Soul Beasts to sacrifice themselves. Others painstakingly searched for opportunities, while he was led straight to loot the place. Others worried they lacked resources, while he worried there were too many resources to consume...

"I want to work hard too..." Zichuan muttered to his reflection in the spring, but the corners of his mouth could not stop rising. In the end, they formed a dazzling, somewhat arrogant smile.

"But strength... it really won't allow it!"

In the Sea of Consciousness, the God of Destruction seemed to hear his muttering and gave an almost inaudible snort, tinged with haughty pride.

The three hundred-thousand-year Soul Spirits in the corner looked at their noses, their noses at their hearts, pretending to be a mushroom, a blade of grass, and a ball of fire, while inwardly ranting madly:

My lord, please stop pretending to be humble! Our hearts can't take it!