The Eighth Spirit Ring: Dark Gold! The Lord of All Spirits' Divine Trial!

Su Chen turned to the Six Abyssal Generals behind him.

"Level eighty-seven."

Su Chen stated the number calmly.

"Next time we meet him, I don't want to have to look up."

Chu Yao snorted, poisonous smoke curling around her fingertips.

Mo Qianye pulled down his hood. The Nine Netherworld Phoenix's black flames flickered in his eyes.

Jiang Tieyi swallowed the last bite of osmanthus cake and cracked his knuckles.

"Move," Su Chen ordered.

The seven ignored the Heaven Dou Imperial House's pleas to stay and headed straight into the Tang Sect's highest-grade Mimicry Training Ground on the Rear Mountain.

The heavy Dragon-Severing Stone descended, sealing them off from the outside world.

Their hellish seclusion began.

Inside the Mimicry Training Ground, the temperature plunged to freezing.

Yan Wuji opened his folding fan. The Profound Ice Dragon's Extreme Cold Domain spread to its full extent, and a thick layer of ice formed across the ground.

Chu Yao stood at the edge of the ice. The Myriad-Poison Gu Mother released a pale green mist that sealed the entire space.

Extreme cold and deadly poison intertwined. An ordinary Soul King would die here in an instant.

Su Chen sat cross-legged at the center of the storm.

He did not summon his army. Instead, he activated a battle technique.

"Beast-Soul Unity."

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Qian Jun Ant King perished inside the Summoning Space.

Its raging, overwhelming strength was forcibly extracted and compressed into a dark red thread of blood, which surged into Su Chen's spine.

His muscles swelled instantly, and tiny beads of blood seeped through his skin.

His bones cracked like they were breaking.

Chu Yao's poisonous mist entered his body through his pores, corroding his damaged meridians, which the extreme cold then forced to reform.

Destruction and repair alternated wildly inside Su Chen.

He