The Difficulty of Ring Detonation

By the time Dai Chengfeng returned to Spirit Hall, it was already the latter half of the night.

All was silent, and the stars hung low.

Spirit Hall's towering buildings cast long shadows beneath the moonlight. Without alerting anyone, he stepped through the moonlit grounds, his figure drifting past layer after layer of guards like a fallen leaf, silently returning to his room.

The door closed soundlessly behind him.

Dai Chengfeng gave a light wave of his right hand, and an invisible Soul Power barrier spread outward, enveloping the entire room.

He needed absolute quiet, free from any disturbance.

Dai Chengfeng did not light a lamp, letting the moonlight stream in through the window and spread a sheet of silver-white across the floor.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, but did not immediately begin cultivating.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

In his mind, every detail of Tang Hao's demonstration of Ring Detonation replayed frame by frame like slow motion—the berserk energy, the shattered halo, that brief yet earth-shaking elevation of power.

Every scene was captured, broken down, and reconstructed by his keen perception.

The structure of the spirit ring, the flow of energy, the nodes of eruption, the method of conversion...

Dai Chengfeng already had a deep understanding of Ring Detonation, and had even tried it himself once before. Although the effect had not matched Tang Hao's, it had still possessed a certain degree of power. And this time, after personally witnessing Tang Hao's original version of Ring Detonation...

"Ring Detonation..."

Dai Chengfeng murmured to himself.

Very soon, he opened his eyes. Beneath the moonlight, those gold-and-blue heterochromatic eyes gleamed with an unusual brilliance.

"The difficulty lies in three points."

Dai Chengfeng raised three fingers. "First, how to safely 'ignite' the spirit ring without harming one's own Martial Soul Origin."