The sky gradually darkened from daylight once more, then brightened again from darkness.
Another day had passed.
"Mm—"
With a low groan, Shi Quan finally finished absorbing his Third Spirit Ring.
"Ding. Congratulations, host, on breaking through to the Soul Elder realm. You have successfully triggered a Spirit Master Treasure Chest. It has been opened for you. Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Illusionary Concealment Mask."
The familiar voice of the system rang out. The third Spirit Master Treasure Chest had arrived right on schedule.
Hearing the system's voice, Shi Quan slowly opened his eyes.
"You brat, you're finally awake." Looking at the three Spirit Rings—yellow, purple, purple—rhythmically circling Shi Quan's body, Dugu Bo's eyes lit up. "Xiao Quan, hurry up and tell me about your third Spirit Ability. A nine-thousand-year third Spirit Ability—let me see just how powerful it is."
Shi Quan had only just come to his senses and did not even know what his Spirit Ability was yet. He hurriedly checked it. "Grandpa Dugu, at least let me get a feel for it first, will you?"
"Well?" Dugu Bo was even more anxious than Shi Quan.
Shi Quan raised his right hand. The Blue Silver King gently swept through the air before him, scattering pale blue motes not far away before retracting. Then the Third Spirit Ring beneath Shi Quan lit up. A huge boulder in the distance was suddenly wrapped in Blue Silver King vines, producing a series of creaks. Within two or three breaths, the boulder encased by the Blue Silver King exploded into fragments.
"Bind has such immense power? And it inherited the thorn ability too. Among opponents of the same level, I'm afraid no one could break free." Dugu Bo walked over, looked at the shattered stones on the ground, and nodded. He continued,