Two God-Bestowed Soul Rings

"In the future, if you run into trouble, come find your big sister."

Luo Yun finally reacted, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly—not in disdain, but more in resignation.

"Trouble?" His voice was soft, carrying the arrogance of a youth. "I am the son of the dignified King Frost Extreme; what kind of trouble could I possibly have?"

Qian Renxue was choked up by this remark.

She looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed.

She was genuinely amused.

She no longer looked like the high-and-mighty Young Mistress of Spirit Hall, but rather a young girl amused by a child.

She could not find the words to retort.

Because she knew that the son of King Frost Extreme truly had the confidence to say such things.

Unless the elders of the Elder Hall took action, no one could truly threaten King Frost Extreme.

A monster who could fight his way through one hundred matches in Slaughter City at the age of six, a genius possessing twin spirits and a god's inheritance, a crown prince with a level 95 Super Douluo father standing behind him.

He truly did not need anyone's help.

Yet, she had still said those words.

It was not mere politeness; it was sincere.

The white light grew brighter and brighter, swallowing both their figures.

Luo Yun felt Qian Renxue's body move slightly, and then a warm hand pressed against his cheek, her fingertips brushing past like a dragonfly skimming the water—so light he could barely feel it.

He wanted to turn his head to look at her, but the white light was too blinding; he could see nothing.

The next second, Luo Yun's soul seemed to enter a wondrous space.

"So cold. Is this the domain formed by condensed killing intent?"

"Domain of the God of Slaughter!"

Luo Yun was shocked, though he could not see the scenery around him.

A long time passed.

Feeling the glare of the sun, Luo Yun slowly opened his eyes.

"This..."

What met his eyes was an endless expanse of blue sky and white clouds.

An endless forest.

Luo Yun fell from mid-air, his Destruction Wings snapping open at the last moment to cushion the impact.

He landed on his feet, knees slightly bent, standing steadily as he looked around.

Unfamiliar trees, unfamiliar winds, an unfamiliar scent—this was neither Slaughter City nor Frost Ridge City.

He stood in place, silent for a moment.

"Qian Renxue."

He murmured the name.

Spirit Hall, the Qian family, the invincible-in-the-sky Qian Daoliu.

This information swirled in his mind, piecing together a complete picture.

The Heaven Dou Crown Prince who called himself "Xue Qinghe," the "Angel King" who wore an angelic halo in Slaughter City, was actually an undercover agent planted by Spirit Hall in the Heaven Dou Empire.

A teenage girl, disguised as the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, lurking in the royal family of an enemy nation.

This forbearance, this patience, this acting ability.

Luo Yun had to admit, he was a little impressed.

But that had nothing to do with him.

He was the son of King Frost Extreme, guarding the Northern Territory, not participating in the internal strife of empires.

Who became the emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire or what Spirit Hall wanted to do had nothing to do with him.

He came here to complete his God Trial, not to be some hero who saves the nation.

Luo Yun shook his head, stopping his train of thought.

He spread his Destruction Wings, purple-black lightning dancing at the tips, and soared into the air, flying toward the northern horizon.

In the forest, Qian Renxue stood on the canopy of a giant tree, looking up at the black figure in the sky that was growing smaller and smaller.

Her fingers curled slightly.

That moment just now might have been instinct.

Or perhaps it was a farewell.

Qian Renxue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the emotions that should not have been there.

She opened her eyes, her azure pupils regaining their usual calm and composure.

"Better to win him over than to make him an enemy."

With that, she leaped from the treetop and vanished into the depths of the forest.

High in the sky, Luo Yun was not flying fast.

The wind whistled past his sides, causing his robes to snap and flutter loudly.

Frost Ridge City lay to the north; it would take about half a month to fly there from here.

He was in no hurry. Everything that needed to be done was finished: the third trial was complete, the God-given spirit rings were in hand, and his spirit power had increased. Returning now would be just in time to report back to his father.

In his mind, two voices rang out simultaneously.

One was deep and icy: "Destruction Nine Trials, third trial complete. Reward: one God-given spirit ring, spirit power increased by three levels."

The other was gentle and clear: "Life Nine Trials, third trial complete. Reward: one God-given spirit ring, spirit power increased by three levels."

The corners of Luo Yun's mouth curled up slightly.

As the two voices faded, a surge of warm energy welled up from within his body, as if something were cleansing his meridians and expanding his spirit power capacity.

He was very familiar with that sensation: a breakthrough in spirit power.

Level 27, level 28, level 29... level 30. Level 31. Level 32. Level 33.

A leap of six levels, jumping straight from level 27 to level 33.

Luo Yun felt the surging spirit power within him and clenched his fist, tiny purple-black bolts of lightning dancing at his fingertips.

It still wasn't enough; he had two more God-given spirit rings yet to absorb.

He found a secluded valley, landed on a massive boulder, and sat down cross-legged.

He summoned the God-given spirit rings from his sea of consciousness to absorb them.

Luo Yun first summoned the Sun Corona Sword; the gold-green longsword glowed with a gentle luster under the sunlight. He took a deep breath and guided the first God-given spirit ring toward the blade.

God-given spirit rings had no fixed age; how many years of power one could absorb depended entirely on the limits of one's own body.

Luo Yun closed his eyes and channeled the energy of the spirit ring into his body bit by bit.

Half an hour later, Luo Yun opened his eyes.

A pitch-black spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly revolving around his body.

A ten-thousand-year spirit ring. The black light was exceptionally striking in the sunlight, reflecting and shimmering against the gold-green radiance of the Sun Corona Sword.

Luo Yun felt his spirit power surge once more.

Level 34, level 35, level 36.

A three-level increase, combined with the energy of the spirit ring itself, allowed his spirit power to break through repeatedly in a short span of time.

Luo Yun gripped the Sun Corona Sword, sensing the information transmitted by his third spirit ring.

A vision, a sensation, a name: Sun Flare Cross Slash.

He raised his sword and swung it casually toward a distant cliff face.

A mass of golden flame surged from the blade, condensing into a massive cross shape in mid-air, which slammed into the cliff at an astonishing speed.

BOOM!

A massive cross-shaped crater exploded into the cliff, the flames burning within the depression and refusing to dissipate for a long time.

Debris tumbled down from the mountain, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Luo Yun looked at the crater and nodded in satisfaction.

A long-range attack was exactly what was needed to make up for the Sun Corona Sword's lack of offensive options.

He put away the Sun Corona Sword and summoned the Moon Eclipse Sword.

The purple-black longsword materialized in the air, lightning dancing along its edge with a faint, crackling sound.

Luo Yun guided the second God-given spirit ring toward the blade. This time, the infusion was far more violent than it had been with the Sun Corona Sword.

The power of destruction was devouring the energy of the God-given spirit ring.

Another half hour passed.

A pitch-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring rose from beneath Luo Yun's feet, slowly revolving around his body.

PS: He turns dark upon his return, and Frost Ridge City is destroyed.