"You little—Ice God, you finally decided to complete the Seventh Trial."
When Tian Meng learned that Ning Bei intended to submit the seventh trial, he practically raised both hands in support. In his eyes, the moves Ning Bei had come up with afterward were nothing but random messing around—wasteful of Soul Power and impractical besides.
Ignoring Tian Meng's mockery, Ning Bei directly communicated with the divine will.
"Submit Ice God Seventh Trial."
Several seconds later, the cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
"Ice God Nine Trials, Seventh Trial: Ice God's Techniques. Create your own soul skills. Examination detected that the candidate created a total of thirty-six soul skills, among which five possess the potential of divine skills, two possess Titled Douluo-level potential, and twenty-nine are not counted within the scope of the trial."
"Central assessment: excellent. Increase the age of all soul bones by thirty thousand years, the age of all soul rings by fifty thousand years, and award one God-given Spirit Ring."
The evaluation was completed, and the rewards were issued at the same time, but Ning Bei did not look happy at all.
"What the hell? So you're saying everything I worked on for a whole year was all useless effort?"
"Then the ones with divine skill potential are probably Bei's Four Absolutes that I invented at the start, plus Black Tortoise Unrestrained Snow. There's simply no justice."
Ning Bei's depressed expression nearly made Tian Meng laugh himself breathless in his mind.
"I told you that after you finished Bei's Four Absolutes, you should've just submitted it straight away. You insisted on making all that useless stuff. Got slapped in the face, didn't you?"
"Hmph."
Ning Bei did not want to bother with this lot and began counting his gains. His soul bones had indeed all risen