"I need to sleep for three days and three nights."
"Go sleep," Shui Bing'er said. "I'll have Huo Wu save you some food."
The two walked out of the Sea God Hall one after the other, passed through the long corridor, and pushed open the heavy stone doors.
Night had already fallen outside. The damp, salty sea breeze slapped against his face. Bing Yekong took a deep breath, and the stifling sensation in his chest from the two divine artifacts finally eased somewhat.
He lowered his head and glanced at the spot on his chest where his storage pouch rested.
The Million-Year Divine-Bestowed Soul Ring lay quietly inside, waiting for him to finish recovering before becoming his ninth Soul Ring.
After absorbing his ninth Soul Ring, he would become a Titled Douluo.
One hundred and twenty percent affinity with Dual Divine Thrones, nine rings and a title.
His Twin Martial Souls would have eighteen Soul Rings in total. For the moment, he did not dare imagine what level that configuration would push his combat strength to on the Douluo Continent.
Three days and three nights.
The door of the stone cottage on Sea God Island remained shut from within. Everyone outside knew Bing Yekong was absorbing a Soul Ring, but no one knocked.
Every day, Huo Wushuang placed three meals on the stone slab outside the door. When the food went cold, he replaced it with hot food. On the evening of the third day, the dishes on the slab were finally taken inside.
The door opened a crack. A hand reached out, took the bowl inside, and the door closed again.
Shui Yue'er squatted beneath a tree across the courtyard, watching that hand retract. She turned to Huo Wu beside her and said, "His hand is shaking."
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