The Seventh Ring, One Hundred Thousand Years

The sound of the golden bead shattering was very soft.

Tang San sat beneath Sea God Mountain, his body wrapped in dense golden mist. His seventh Spirit Ring gradually changed from white to purple before quickly sinking into deep black. With every shade the black light deepened, the muscles across his shoulders and back tensed further. The Eight Spider Lances extended uncontrollably from his back, stabbing into the surrounding rock.

Xiao Wu stood ten steps away, still holding the outer garment he had taken off.

Bo Saixi did not look at the Spirit Ring. She kept her attention on Tang San's breathing.

"Even if it doesn't reach one hundred thousand years, you can still obtain the complete true body. Slow the guidance if you can't hold on. Don't forcibly drag the golden mist."

Tang San nodded with his eyes closed, but his palms remained in their original position.

The Blue Silver Domain spread across the ground, and the Blue Silver Grass beneath the mountain straightened its leaves one by one. Faint life force flowed in through the domain. The rapid rise and fall of his chest gradually steadied, but fine beads of blood had already formed across his forehead.

Yuan Yu put the Wine Gourd away at his waist and walked to the stone platform.

Xiao Wu turned to look at him, but he merely shook his head lightly.

The God-given Spirit Ring was testing Tang San's body's ability to withstand it. If outside Soul Power helped him resist at this moment, the Spirit Ring that formed might exceed the limit he could operate on his own. Yuan Yu could guard the surroundings and save him if he failed, but Tang San still had to endure this trial himself.

That afternoon, a thin red line appeared along the outer edge