Bo Saixi was gone for a full two hours.
With her cultivation level, even though she deliberately controlled her speed, the distance she covered in those two hours was still quite considerable.
They traversed forests, crossed inland lakes, and climbed several hills before finally arriving at a mountain peak several hundred meters high.
When everyone reached the summit, the sight before them deeply moved and inspired each and every one of them.
It was a huge valley recessed into Sea God Island.
One side of the valley connects to the sea, and towering waves are surging in through that gap, creating walls of waves hundreds of meters high that crash against the cliffs deep in the valley.
boom!!
The deafening roar of the crashing waves was deafening, and the spray fell like a torrential rain.
The waves crashed one after another, never ceasing, each strike seemingly threatening to shatter the entire valley.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene, speechless for Jiujiu.
Bo Saixi spoke calmly, his voice clearly audible amidst the roar of the giant waves, "This place is called the Raging Wave Despair, and it's also the location of your Third Trial."
As she spoke, she released her Martial Soul in front of everyone for the first time.
Eight black and one red, nine dazzling Soul Ring emerged one after another from beneath her feet, encircling her red dress.
The crimson Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring gleamed in the sunlight, exuding an ancient and majestic aura.
The next moment, a ring of azure light emanated from her body and pressed down onto the sea below.
Wherever the blue light passed, the towering waves that had surged hundreds of meters high were instantly calmed down, as if held down by an invisible giant hand.
The sea became as calm as a mirror, with only slight ripples.
Everyone held their breath.
This is the strength of Level 99 Peerless Douluo.
Bo Saixi raised his hand and waved it gently.
Beneath the sea surface, ten enormous gray pillars slowly rose.
Each pillar is topped with a large cross, on which are five gray rings used to secure the hands, feet, and waist.
Ten stone pillars stood in a row, facing the giant wave that was about to surge in again.
Bo Saixi turned to the crowd, her tone calm. " The Tidal Body Tempering involves fixing you to this position to withstand the impact of the waves. The program lasts for one year, and the average daily duration must not fall below the standard set in your assessment. Otherwise, you will fail the assessment."
Tang Feng understood.
Just as I expected.
He gazed at the ten stone pillars, then at the distant sea that was about to surge again, and silently did some calculations in his mind.
There are twelve two-hour periods in a day. He must persist for eleven of them.
Tang Feng took a deep breath, inwardly grumbling: Eleven hours, and there's not even enough time left to eat or use the restroom. What a rip-off!
But he didn't say it aloud; he just silently noted it down. Those two old geezers, you'll see.
After a moment, he composed himself and turned to his companions, saying, "The first three trials were designed to greatly enhance our Soul Power, the second to hone our combat skills, and this third trial is meant to strengthen our physique. Everyone, get ready, let's begin the trials today."
Everyone nodded slightly, rubbing their hands together, eager to try.
The Third Trial has begun.
Ten figures were fixed to ten gray stone pillars. Their hands, feet, and waists were firmly locked by gray rings, leaving them no choice but to endure the pounding of the giant waves.
boom!!
The first giant wave crashed heavily onto everyone.
The wave was a hundred feet high, carrying tens of thousands of tons of seawater as it crashed down. With the physical strength of the group at the Soul Saint level, they naturally didn't feel anything at first. They were simply soaked and swayed by the current.
However, after more than ten impacts, the feeling was completely different.
The waves crashed one after another, never ceasing. Each crash was a process of brutally crushing every muscle and bone in one's body.
Ten times, twenty times, thirty times... When the impact reached fifty times, Tang Jian felt as if his bones were about to fall apart.
He had to use his Soul Power to resist.
The same applies to others.
Soul Power circulated within his body, forming an invisible protective shield that largely neutralized the impact of the giant wave.
But Soul Power is finite, while ocean waves are infinite.
Tang Feng, however, felt it was alright.
With his body tempered by Ice and Fire Body Refining, the Slaughter Origin, and the Dragon Soul Origin, plus the support of five top-level Soul Bone, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, and a Five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, his physical strength had already reached the level of a Level 99 Peerless Douluo.
The giant waves that would have required Tang Jian and the others to unleash their Soul Power to withstand were easily endured by him with just a slight exertion of his Soul Power.
He even discovered that, under the impact of this giant wave, the Soul Power within his body was circulating more actively than usual. The pressure was like an invisible hand, helping him compress and temper every strand of Soul Power.
So he began to try meditation while enduring the shock.
It was difficult at first. The roar of the giant waves was deafening, and every jolt of the body interfered with the concentration of consciousness.
But gradually, he found his rhythm, capturing moments of tranquility in the gaps between the crashing waves; feeling the subtle changes in his Soul Power under that pressure when his body was pushed to its limit.
Tang Feng was pleasantly surprised to find that the liquid Soul Power in his meridians was rapidly increasing in density under this continuous compression, and was showing signs of beginning to solidify.
The results were surprisingly good.
From then on, Tang Feng spent almost every day cultivating on the stone pillar, except for half an hour each day for eating.
Sometimes, when he was in a good state of cultivation, he would stay on it for several days in a row, remaining unmoved despite the giant waves crashing against him day and night.
One month later, late at night.
The giant waves still roared, and the moonlight shone on the turbulent sea, shattering into countless silver scales.
Tang Feng on the stone pillar, his body soaked by the waves, yet he remained as still as a reef.
Feeling the Soul Power within him becoming increasingly solid, he suddenly remembered something.
That was a long time ago, in Dugu Bo's poison array, the Old Monster had shown him his cultivation method, which involved compressing all the toxins in his body into a small poison pill and placing it in his dantian, to be used when needed.
That would not only make it easier to control, but also significantly increase the concentration and potency of the toxin.
Tang Feng's mind suddenly lit up.
Toxins can be compressed into pills, but what about Soul Power?
His Soul Power is now as vast as the sea, but it exists in liquid form, occupying a large portion of his meridian space.
What would happen if this liquid Soul Power could be compressed into a high-density core and placed in the dantian?
First, the space within the meridians is released, allowing for the storage of more Soul Power, thus doubling the endurance during combat.
Secondly, the compressed Soul Power has a higher density, and its quality and power will also increase accordingly.
Most importantly, it allows the core to operate automatically, absorbing Soul Power from the outside to replenish itself, which is equivalent to having a never-ending engine.
With his current Level 88 Soul Power foundation, as well as his mental strength and physical attributes comparable to Peerless Douluo, he could easily attempt to condense a "soul pill" even larger than the Old Monster's poison pill.
We can't call it "Soul Pill," that sounds like an insult. Since it's a core of Soul Power, let's call it " Soul Core."
Tang Feng opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing within them.
Let's get started.
Tang Feng closed his eyes and instantly entered a state of Deep Meditation.
Looking inward, he could clearly "see" the liquid Soul Power flowing through his meridians, like rivers surging endlessly. That Soul Power was pure and powerful.
He began to guide this Soul Power with his mental energy.
From every limb and bone, from every meridian and every acupoint, liquid Soul Power, like a thousand troops obeying a summons, slowly converged towards the dantian.
This is an extremely delicate process. If one is not careful, the Soul Power will go out of control, which may result in damage to the meridians or even the dantian exploding.
Tang Feng dared not be careless in the slightest. He used the rhythm of the crashing waves as a compression boost.
As the wave surged, he guided his Soul Power to contract slightly towards his dantian.
As the wave receded, he stabilized the compressed portion, preventing it from rebounding.
One day, two days, three days...
Tang Feng stood motionless on the stone pillar, letting the waves crash against him day and night.
His aura grew increasingly restrained and subdued, as if he had merged with the stone pillar.
The other members didn't notice anything unusual at first.
But fifteen days later, Tang Jian was the first to notice something was wrong. He frowned and said, "Why hasn't Little Feng moved? It's been more than ten days and he hasn't come down."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the figure, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. But she said nothing, simply watching quietly.