God-given Soul Ring!

Bo Saixi, naturally, wouldn't hold it against him any longer. She smiled slightly and said:

"No one on Sea God Island has ever dared to speak to me like this before; it's quite a novelty. Yan, I've brought you an opportunity. Please sit down."

Yan paused for a moment, then looked at Lin Xia questioningly. Lin Xia quickly nodded to him, indicating that he should do as he was told.

As for digestion, if Bo Saixi wanted to deal with them, he could easily annihilate them with a mere wave of his hand.

What is there to deceive?

Yan then sat down, but Bo Saixi still caught his extremely well-intentioned glance.

She glanced at Lin Xia with her deep gaze, then raised her right hand, flipped her wrist, and revealed a golden bead with her palm facing upwards.

The golden bead seemed to be carved from the most precious golden crystal, perfectly clear and flawless. What was most peculiar was that...

Within this bead, a faint layer of golden mist was constantly fluctuating, just like the golden mist that appeared around Lin Xia and the others when they were subjected to the pressure of the Sea God's Light.

With a flash of golden light, the golden bead flew out and slowly arrived above Yan's head. Bo Saixi flicked her finger, producing a soft "pop".

The bead had already shattered at the top of Yan's head.

Instantly, a dense golden mist poured down, enveloping Yan's body.

Bo Saixi's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Anyone who has undergone the Black Level or higher assessment bestowed by Lord Sea God will have a chance to obtain God-given Soul Ring upon reaching their first bottleneck."

"There's no need to hunt Soul Beast. The God-given Soul Ring will grant you the Soul Skill you need most, as well as the highest level Soul Ring you can withstand. Each person only has one chance."

"Yan, carefully feel it, and endure the baptism of the God-given Soul Ring with your greatest Guts to gain the greatest benefit."

God-given Soul Ring?

Those four simple words left everyone completely stunned.

God-given Soul Ring?

Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling —everyone instinctively held their breath.

In their past understanding, "god" was more like a synonym for an extremely powerful Soul Master, a vague concept.

Even someone as powerful as Bo Saixi, a level 99 Peak Douluo, is already a legend walking among mortals, almost a god.

But is this method of obtaining the most suitable Soul Ring out of thin air, without the need to hunt Soul Beast... truly something that human power can achieve?

How did Bo Saixi know the level of Yan?

A thought flashed through Lin Xia's mind—it was probably because when Yan struck the Sea God's Light, the vast pressure field had already reflected every bit of his potential and every fluctuation of his Soul Power into the perception of this Grand Pontiff.

But none of that matters anymore.

Most importantly, this golden mist represents a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Especially for Land Soul Master, how difficult is it to find Sea Soul Beast that perfectly matches their own attributes on this vast ocean?

This God-given Soul Ring is simply a tailor-made treasure!

Unfortunately, each person only has one chance.

This thought made everyone's hearts tighten slightly, and their gazes became even more intensely focused on Yan.

The dense golden mist, as if alive, surged and completely engulfed Yan Kuiwu's body.

Lin Xia quietly gathered her spiritual power, her gaze struggling to Infiltrator the hazy golden light.

Yan's body, which was sitting cross-legged, was trembling violently and uncontrollably, with the amplitude increasing.

His exposed skin, from his neck to his arms, quickly became covered with an abnormal, flushed red that looked as if it were about to bleed.

The beads of sweat, as large as soybeans, had just seeped out of the pores when they were instantly evaporated by the surrounding scorching energy, turning into Sisi white steam.

He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood out, like writhing earthworms throbbing wildly under his skin.

That face, usually so rugged and bold, was now completely distorted by unimaginable pain, his muscles spasming, and a low, beast-like growl escaping his throat.

Lin Xia was all too familiar with this scene.

Back in Death Canyon, when he Sheer Force absorbed Soul Ring far exceeding his limits for the first time, the pain he experienced was even greater than this.

It was a purgatory where the body was torn apart and Sheer Force reassembled by violent energy, and the soul was repeatedly crushed.

At this moment, Yan is undoubtedly in the same purgatory.

The golden, divine light was gentle?

That's just an appearance!

It gently envelops you, yet it puts the most brutal tests directly on the limits of your body and will!

Yan's chest heaved violently, each inhale feeling like it was going to burst his lungs, and each exhale carrying a scorching heat, as if a volcano was erupting inside him.

His muscles were trembling rapidly, and sweat mixed with blood seeping from the ruptured capillaries beneath his skin, leaving a small, damp, dark red stain on the rocky ground beneath him.

"Uh... Ah--!"

Finally, an uncontrollable, blood-stained roar burst forth from deep within Yan's throat, filled with primal pain.

His body suddenly straightened upwards, as if trying to break free from some invisible restraint, and then slammed heavily back to the ground with a dull Tackle.

The golden mist covering his entire body also fluctuated violently, as if stirred up by his struggle.

"Yan!"

Hu Liena unconsciously murmured, her purple eyes filled with worry, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Xie Yue's eyes were sharp as he stared intently at the rolling golden light, his silver pupils slightly contracting.

Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling also held their breath, the air thick with tension.

Bo Saixi remained standing calmly in place, her long, sea-blue hair gently swaying in the soft sea breeze.

Her deep, ocean-like eyes watched Yan struggle in pain, without any intention of intervening.

This opportunity, this limit of the Soul Ring, can only be earned and broken through by the recipient through Guts.

External intervention will only render this divine gift meaningless.

Lin Xia's heart also jumped.

He knew better than anyone the terrifying energy storm that was currently raging within Yan's body.

That golden mist was not a gentle gift, but a furnace, a testing ground!

It is using the most brutal methods to thoroughly stimulate, compress, and temper Yan's Soul Power, blood and spirit, and then guide it to condense into the most suitable Soul Ring form for him!

If you can get through this, you'll be completely transformed.

If they can't survive, at best they'll suffer severe damage to their foundation, and at worst... the consequences will be unimaginable.

Time seemed to stretch out.

Every second felt like an eternity.

Yan's roars gradually turned into intermittent, wheezing sounds like a broken bellows, and the trembling of his body lessened, but that was not an improvement; it was more like weakness after his strength had been severely depleted.

The flush on his skin began to turn deep red, even dark purple, as if the blood was being squeezed out of his pores by that terrifying pressure.

Just when everyone thought he was about to give up--

Buzz!

An aura far more solid and violent than before suddenly erupted from the center of the churning golden mist!