Dai Chengfeng's Ring Detonation!

Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.

Outside the window, the sky color gradually shifted from the deepest darkness to indigo, and a faint glimmer rose on the horizon.

The stars faded, and a touch of fish-belly white appeared in the east.

By the time the first ray of morning light was about to leap over the horizon, Dai Chengfeng had already used Soul Power to "mark" seventeen fragile nodes on his first spirit ring.

"Almost there."

Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath, a trace of resolve flashing through his eyes.

With a thought, he stimulated all seventeen nodes at once!

"Crack—"

An extremely faint sound, as if glass had developed a fracture, rang out in the depths of his soul.

The light of the first yellow spirit ring abruptly became unstable, flickering violently between bright and dim.

But unlike his previous attempts, this time, the spirit ring did not quake. Instead... it began to "expand."

Yes, expand.

The spirit ring slowly "lifted" from the surface of the White Tiger Spirit, like a layer of sticker being carefully peeled away.

"Now!"

A sharp gleam burst from Dai Chengfeng's eyes, and his right hand clenched hard!

"Explode!"

"Bang!"

A cracking sound so faint it was almost inaudible rang out, and the spirit ring suspended in the air exploded.

But unlike the violent explosion Tang Hao had demonstrated, this explosion was extremely "gentle." The spirit ring shattered into countless golden motes of light, and those motes did not scatter in all directions. Instead, as if drawn by an invisible force, they hovered obediently in the air, forming a golden cluster of light.

Dai Chengfeng could feel that a faint connection still remained between him and those motes of light—maintained through those stretched but unbroken threads of connection.

"Guide them..."

He focused,