No-Fly Domain That Ignored Level Gaps, Returning Once More!

Half an hour quietly passed in the tranquil mountain forest.

More than half of the profound black Soul Ring had already fused into Yang Jian's body. At this moment, it was gradually achieving synchronized resonance with his first three Soul Rings.

Four Soul Rings slowly revolved around his body. Black, black-purple, black, and black—four colors of light shimmered against one another, forming a faint halo around him.

Yang Jian kept his eyes closed, his breathing calm and steady.

The Soul Power within his body was undergoing a transformation.

The immense energy contained within the Bi-Wing Bird's twenty-thousand-year Soul Ring flowed slowly through his meridians like a surging river, merging with his own Soul Power.

With every circulation of Soul Power, his meridians widened, while his bones, flesh, and blood were strengthened.

At last, the final wisp of black light sank into Yang Jian's body.

The four Soul Rings trembled simultaneously, then began stacking and revolving beneath his feet in a more orderly rhythm.

A surge of Soul Power far more powerful than before burst from Yang Jian's body, blowing the fallen leaves and gravel around him in every direction.

The fourth Soul Ring had been absorbed.

Yang Jian opened his eyes. A flash of golden light passed through his dark pupils before they returned to calm.

He sensed the surging Soul Power within him and silently calculated.

This twenty-thousand-year Soul Ring had not only allowed him to break through the Soul Ancestor bottleneck, but had also raised his Soul Power to level forty-three in one go.

At the same time, a profound stream of information poured into his mind. It was the Soul Skill granted by his fourth Soul Ring.

It was not much different from what he had expected. Like the Soul Ring formed from the ten-thousand-year Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's Sacrifice, the Soul Ring produced by this Bi-Wing Bird had granted him a domain-type Soul Skill.

However, unlike the Domination Domain, which enhanced all attributes, the Bi-Wing Bird had granted him a support-type Soul Skill.

It had only one effect, yet it was exceptionally domineering—within a hundred-meter radius around him, all flight abilities were forbidden.

And it ignored level gaps.

Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly. Even he was startled by the effect of this Soul Skill.

Ignoring level gaps meant that even a Title Douluo would lose the ability to fly so long as they stood within his domain.

Of course, the corresponding consumption of Soul Power and spiritual power was equally terrifying.

Yang Jian quickly made an estimate. With his current reserves of Soul Power and spiritual power, if he used it to forbid a Title Douluo from flying, he could sustain it for less than three seconds at most.

Three seconds sounded laughably brief.

Yet the corners of Yang Jian's lips rose slightly, revealing a satisfied expression.

Three seconds were already enough for him to do many things in a real battle.

Moreover, nowhere on the entire Douluo Continent had anyone ever possessed such a method.

No-Fly Domain. Those four words alone represented a strategic-level deterrent.

He withdrew his released Soul Power, and the four Soul Rings slowly faded into his body.

Having successfully obtained his fourth Soul Ring and raised his Soul Power to level forty-three, the purpose of this trip had been achieved.

Yang Jian recalled the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear and was already preparing to return.

But at that moment, his brow suddenly grew hot.

The next second, the Heavenly Eye Martial Soul opened on its own without any deliberate control from him.

The faint vertical mark split open, and a golden pupil slowly turned within the gap as an invisible wave of spiritual power instantly spread outward.

The instant the Heavenly Eye opened, Yang Jian sensed three familiar Soul Power fluctuations enter his range of perception.

However, Yang Jian's expression did not change at all. He did not even spare that direction another glance.

His gaze fell upon the Bi-Wing Bird's corpse, split into two halves on the ground. The Heavenly Eye at his brow became more active, and from the Soul Beast's head, he sensed a fluctuation that made the Heavenly Eye Martial Soul unusually excited.

What was that?

Golden light surged in Yang Jian's hand, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear was already firmly gripped in his palm.

He walked over to the Bi-Wing Bird's two severed remains, his gaze fixed on its head.

His spear rose and fell, its blade precisely splitting open the Bi-Wing Bird's skull.

The instant the skull cracked open, a lustrous treasure light emerged from the fissure, reflecting onto Yang Jian's face with a warm and mysterious hue.

A faint fragrance accompanied it, smelling like some rare medicinal herb—fresh and clear, with a trace of sweetness.

Yang Jian focused his gaze.

Within the hollow skull lay a round pearl about the size of a pigeon egg, its entire body possessing an amber-like translucence.

A ring of natural patterns covered the pearl's surface. They resembled a rotating vortex, yet also a closed eye, faintly radiating an unfathomable rhythm.

Though he did not know what it was, anything that could provoke such an intense reaction from the Heavenly Eye Martial Soul could not be ordinary.

Yang Jian immediately reached out, intending to take it.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the pearl, a piercing shriek tore through the air from afar.

A blood-red wind blade sliced through the sky, carrying fierce killing intent as it shot straight for Yang Jian's outstretched arm.

The wind blade spun at high speed, scarlet light gleaming along its edges. Everywhere it passed, the air was cut into visible ripples.

If this strike landed, it would surely cost him an arm.

At the same time, Blood Eagle's familiar voice came from afar, echoing beside Yang Jian's ears.

"Kid, put that thing down, and I'll spare your life."

His voice carried a lofty, commanding tone, as if his words were an imperial decree that could not be defied.

Yang Jian did not even lift an eyelid.

His outstretched hand did not pause in the slightest as he steadily seized the faintly glowing pearl.

At the same time, his other hand held the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear casually across his side.

The spinning blood-red wind blade struck the spear shaft precisely, producing a crisp clang of metal.

The instant they collided, the wind blade exploded and dispersed into the air as a gust of wind.

Meanwhile, the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear in Yang Jian's hand stood as firm as a mountain, utterly unmoving. Even the golden light on its shaft did not flicker.

After casually blocking the wind blade, Yang Jian acted as if he had not heard Blood Eagle at all. He examined the pearl in his hand before lightly patting the jade belt at his waist.

A gentle glow flashed, and the pearl was already stored within his Soul Tool.

Only after finishing all this did he slowly raise his head and look toward the distant sky.

Three figures were rapidly closing in from five hundred meters away.

"Courting death!"

Blood Eagle's face had turned livid.

The eagle wings behind his back beat violently, and he shot toward Yang Jian like an arrow loosed from a bow.

Yang Jian's disregard filled him with immense humiliation. A mere Soul Ancestor brat actually dared to act so arrogantly before him?

Greed for the treasure and fury at being slighted made him lose his usual calm judgment.

At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind: kill this brat who did not know his place and seize that pearl.

"Miles, attack with me! Take this brat down!"