Huo Gua Isn't as Good as Zi Gua! Du Busi Aims to Break Through the Limit Douluo.

This time, it was an infusion of pure ice-attribute power. The Heart of Life in Zichuan's right chest beat violently, its emerald-green life soul power surging forward to meet it, attempting to contain and harmonize this force of extreme cold.

The process was more "stimulating" than absorbing the Aromatic Silk Beauty; it was bone-chilling, as if his very soul were being frozen. Yet, thanks to the powerful containment and healing abilities of the Heart of Life, and the active cooperation and control of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, it passed without danger.

A vibrant, eye-catching red soul ring, like the purest ruby, condensed at the position of the Heart of Life beneath Zichuan's feet!

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring! It was the crimson red symbolizing the hundred-thousand-year cultivation and extreme ice of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass!

The core consciousness of the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass also transformed into a miniature, ice-blue phantom of an octagonal grass, entering his Sea of Consciousness.

She was "colder" and more cautious than the Aromatic Silk Beauty. The moment she entered, she sensed those two terrifying divine senses, especially the indifferent gaze from the God of Destruction, which made even her, an ice-attribute soul spirit, feel "cold."

She didn't even dare to "look" clearly. Following the Aromatic Silk Beauty's example, she remained silent, drifted quietly to another corner, retracted all her aura, and turned into an "obedient" ice sculpture.

Finally, it was the Infernal Delicate Apricot.

The phantom of the woman in the red dress carried an unstoppable momentum, transforming into a crimson, scorching pillar of light that likewise merged into the Heart of Life.

The extreme heat and the violent nature of the Yang Spring source caused Zichuan's body temperature to skyrocket instantly; his skin turned crimson, as if he were about to burn up.

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

This time, it was more "lively" than the previous two combined. Ice and fire reached a sort of dynamic equilibrium within Zichuan, even going so far as to temper his meridians and bones in return.

Another vibrant crimson soul ring lit up! The Infernal Delicate Apricot, hundred-thousand-year sacrifice, successful!

When her soul spirit phantom entered the Sea of Consciousness, she still carried the excitement of a completed sacrifice and the bravado of "I'm following the boss from now on," but the next second, that bravado froze on her "face."

She stared blankly at the two spheres of divine sense, then looked at the Aromatic Silk Beauty and the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass "playing dead" in the corner. The "young girl" in the red dress very wisely and dejectedly scurried to a third corner at a speed faster than when she arrived, her flames dimming slightly.

With this, the sacrifice was complete.

Zichuan slowly opened his eyes. As his eyelids parted, purple-gold brilliance and dark red sharp glints flashed in his left eye, while ice-blue and crimson light flickered in his right, finally settling into a deep black.

He exhaled a long breath, the air itself carrying a strange, intertwined fluctuation of ice and fire.

Feeling the vast, unprecedented soul power surging within him, even Zichuan felt a sense of shock.

Although the three immortal herbs had tried their best to suppress the energy, sealing most of the essence deep within his Sea of Consciousness to be absorbed slowly in the future, the "introductory" energy alone was enough to make him...

The 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 was noble, and they complemented each other perfectly.

On the right, the Heart of Life: two red. Two vibrant, eye-catching crimson soul rings, symbolizing hundred-thousand-year cultivation, rotated silently, emitting a suffocatingly powerful fluctuation.

Purple, orange-gold, red, red.

This soul ring configuration was unheard of, let alone seen! Any soul master who saw it would likely doubt their own existence.

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

Level 21, 22, 23... finally, it stopped at the threshold of Level 28! Moreover, his foundation was incredibly solid, his soul power condensed and vigorous, far exceeding those of the same level!

He could even feel that he had grown a bit taller, his body more balanced and powerful, with a precious luster flowing beneath his skin. His entire aura had lost some of the childishness of a child, replaced by a sense of calm and restrained sharpness.

The two hearts beat steadily and powerfully, the soul power of destruction and life forming a self-sustaining cycle within his body, endless and inexhaustible.

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

He was currently sitting cross-legged under an ancient tree, his body shrouded in a faint, golden-white halo. His aura fluctuated, rising and falling, but his face was filled with irrepressible ecstasy.

The medicinal power of that eighty-thousand-year Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was beyond imagination, especially its "Indestructible Diamond" and "Solidifying the Foundation and Cultivating the Origin" properties. For a Super Douluo like him, who used his own body as his martial soul, it was a tailor-made, supreme tonic!

The barrier at the peak of Level 98 that had troubled him for years was now shaking violently, with clear cracks even appearing!

Seeing Zichuan wake up and retract his soul rings, Du Busi suppressed the urge to immediately enter seclusion. He flashed in front of Zichuan, looking him up and down with excitement, his gaze lingering on the orange-gold and two crimson soul rings. Even with prior mental preparation, he still gasped.

"Level 28... orange-gold soul ring... dual hundred-thousand-year..." Du Busi's voice trembled as he patted Zichuan's shoulder hard.

"Good! Good! Good! I knew it! Hahaha!"

He laughed a few times, then his expression turned serious as he said to Zichuan:

"Disciple, Master feels... the bottleneck has loosened! The medicinal power of that Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum is still unfolding; I must enter seclusion immediately to strike at the final step! This place has abundant spiritual energy and the harmony of ice and fire; it is the perfect place for seclusion!"

Strike at the final step? Level 99, Limit Douluo?!

Zichuan's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly: "Master, please go ahead! This place is safe, and this disciple will guard you!"

Although with Du Busi's strength, he didn't need guarding, the sentiment had to be expressed.

Du Busi looked at Zichuan deeply, his eyes full of gratification and trust:

"Good! Since this place is your opportunity, you should cultivate here and familiarize yourself with your new power. Those immortal herb friends of yours will surely need time to harmonize with you as well. I will be out of seclusion in a few months, or at most a year or two!"

He didn't delay any longer, nodded at Zichuan, bowed to the phantoms of the immortal herbs in the distance, and flashed back under the ancient tree. He sat cross-legged, and his dark green soul power erupted, forming a thick cocoon of light that shrouded him, completely entering a state of deep seclusion.

On the surface of the cocoon, faint phantoms of diamonds and chrysanthemum patterns flowed, constantly devouring the rich spiritual energy of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

Watching the cocoon, Zichuan was also filled with anticipation. If his master could reach Level 99 Limit Douluo, the Body Sect would truly possess top-tier combat power to go head-to-head with Shrek and Mingde Hall!

And he, too, would have an incredibly solid backer.

He walked to the side of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, squatted down, and looked at his own reflection in the spring water—a face that seemed to have matured slightly.

He felt the power within him that would make any peer despair, the three "honest" hundred-thousand-year soul spirits in his Sea of Consciousness, and those two "spoon-feeding" God Kings...

A complex, indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

There was joy in his newfound power, longing for the future, and gratitude toward his teacher, his sect, and "Old Zichuan," but more than anything, there was a sense of... absurdity, unreality, mixed with a hint of secret satisfaction.

His path of cultivation, ever since his martial soul awakened, seemed to have been swept up by an invisible torrent named "favoritism," surging forward with such momentum that he had never even encountered a decent hurdle.

While others risked their lives hunting spirit beasts, he waited for them to offer themselves in sacrifice; while others painstakingly searched for opportunities, he was led by the hand to raid the homes of others; while others worried about a lack of resources, he fretted over having too much to consume...

"I want to work hard, too..." Zichuan murmured to his reflection in the spring, though the corners of his mouth could not help but curl upward, eventually blossoming into a smile so radiant it bordered on arrogant.

"But my strength... it truly won't allow it!"

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the God of Destruction seemed to hear his muttering, letting out a barely audible, tsundere-tinged huff.

In the corner, the three hundred-thousand-year spirit souls kept their eyes on their noses and their noses on their hearts, pretending to be a mushroom, a blade of grass, and a ball of fire, while internally they were ranting like mad:

My lord, please, stop the humble-bragging! Our hearts can't take it!