The Seventh Ring Netherworlds Dark Python
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Nan Feng lay in Dugu Bo's herbal medicine hut in Sunset Forest for three days.
For three days, Dugu Bo came twice a day, morning and evening, to feed him a medicinal soup made from the venom of the Jade Phosphorus Snake. The soup was so bitter that it made his tongue numb, but the broken ribs healed at a visible speed under the combined effects of the medicine and the Primordial World Power. When Nan Feng sat up on the bamboo bed on the morning of the third day, the broken bone in his chest cavity had completely grown back.
Dugu Bo stood at the entrance of the medicine hut, his back to the morning light, holding a bowl of half-finished medicinal soup. "Kid, I won't stop you from leaving. But there's one thing I have to say first." He turned around, his emerald green pupils gleaming coldly in the morning light. "Your Soul Power is currently stuck at level seventy-seven, three levels away from level eighty. How do you plan to raise those three levels?"
Nan Feng straightened his clothes and put the tower into his palm. "Settle down. Find a safe place on the outskirts of the Abyss and cultivate using the time flow of the Tower Spirit Space. Ten days inside the tower equals one day outside. Three months is enough to solidify my foundation to level eighty."
Dugu Bo snorted, "The Soul Beast on the outer edge of the Abyss are no weaker than those in the Star Dou Great Forest. The 120,000-year-old Nine Netherworlds Dark Python is coiled at the bottom of the Abyss. If you want to hunt it, you have to pass through seven layers of the Abyss. Each layer is guarded by Soul Beast that are over 10,000 years old. With your current Soul Power of level 77, you'll be skinned alive by the time you reach the fourth layer."
"So I need a favor from you, senior."
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes. "Speak."
Nan Feng retrieved a jade bottle from his Tower Spirit Space, containing three drops of emerald-green liquid. He had mixed the dew from the Soul-Suppressing Azure Lotus with the venom of the Jade Phosphorus Snake while at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. "These three drops of liquid can suppress the poison mist perception of Soul Beast under 100,000 years old for half an hour. Most of the poison mist Soul Beast in the first few layers of the Abyss hunt by smell; with this, I can bypass them."
Dugu Bo took the jade bottle and examined it, his expression changing slightly. "You used the dew from the Soul-Suppressing Azure Lotus to neutralize my snake venom? Do you know how precious the dew from the Soul-Suppressing Azure Lotus is? You used it to make a beast-repelling medicine?"
Nan Feng didn't answer, but simply put the jade bottle away. "I'll set off in three days. By the time I emerge from the Abyss, my Soul Power should be at Level 87."
Dugu Bo stared at him for a long time, finally sighing. "You're more ruthless than I was back then. Go, but remember, the Nine Netherworlds Dark Python's poisonous mist is different from my Jade Phosphorus Snake. My venom harms the physical body, its venom harms the soul. Although your Primordial World Power can withstand it, the soul attack of a 120,000-year-old Soul Beast is no joke."
Nan Feng nodded, turned and walked out of the medicine hut. The morning light shone on him, and the red ribbon on his left wrist fluttered gently in the wind. He took a step in the northwest direction, activated the Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, and disappeared at the edge of the Sunset Forest.
Five days later, Nan Feng stood on the frozen soil zone on the outskirts of the Abyss.
The sky was grayish-white, and the ground beneath my feet gradually transitioned from soil to frozen ground, eventually becoming a cracked ice field. A cold wind howled from the north, carrying a damp and chilly aura, like breath rising from the depths of the earth. The Treasure-Appraising Spirit Light spread through my mind, and the Spiritual Power map within a thousand paces showed a strange distribution. The Spiritual Power fluctuations on the surface of the ice field were extremely weak, but deep underground, countless dark red points of light were slowly writhing, like a giant spider web.
The Old Huai poked its head out from the immortal tree, its semi-transparent remnant soul solidifying into most of its face within the Tower Spirit Space space. "The Abyss has seven levels. The first to third levels are poisonous fog zones, the fourth to sixth levels are Soul Beast lairs, and the seventh level is the territory of the Nine Netherworlds Dark Python. You are currently level seventy-seven. Having cultivated for three months using the time flow of the Tower Spirit Space, your Soul Power has stabilized at level eighty. However, level eighty is a non-multiple of ten; you can only continue to improve by absorbing Soul Ring."
Nan Feng nodded. For the past three months, he had been in seclusion in the Tower Spirit Space, spending three days outside and thirty days inside the tower. His Soul Power steadily climbed from level seventy-seven to level eighty. With each level increase, he could feel the liquid Primordial World Power in his dantian becoming more condensed. His meridians, nourished by the Life Origin Stone and the Ice Crystal Amulet, had widened by half a meter, and his bone density had also increased significantly. However, level eighty was a bottleneck; without the Seventh Soul Ring, his Soul Power could not advance any further.
"Enter." Nan Feng stepped into the first level of the Abyss.
The entrance to the Abyss was a massive fissure in the earth, about a hundred feet wide and bottomless, its rock walls on either side covered with a layer of dark moss. Nan Feng climbed down the rock walls, the Tower Realm Light Membrane forming three layers of protection around him. When he reached a depth of a hundred feet, the first wisp of poisonous mist surged up from the depths of the fissure, the emerald green mist glowing Youyou in the darkness. Nan Feng took out a potion prepared by Dugu Bo and dripped it onto the tip of his nose. The pale golden aura emanating from the potion formed a thin barrier in front of him, and the poisonous mist automatically parted to the sides upon encountering the barrier.
It took Nan Feng two days to traverse the first to the third level. The poisonous fog grew increasingly dense, gradually changing from emerald green to dark green, and finally transforming into a nearly black, thick mist at the bottom of the third level. Cracks began to appear in the barrier of the medicinal liquid on the third level, and Nan Feng had to use his Primordial World Power to constantly repair it, barely managing to get through. He didn't encounter any Soul Beast on the three levels, but his Treasure-Appraising Spirit Light detected countless pairs of prying eyes in the darkness. These were low-level Soul Beast born from the Abyss's poisonous fog, fearing the aura of Primordial World Power and daring not to approach.
Starting from the fourth level, the poisonous fog dissipates, replaced by scorching underground lava.
Nan Feng stood on the bank of the lava river, his feet on the scorching basalt ground. The lava river was about twenty zhang wide, its surface churning with crimson magma, the heat distorting the air. On the opposite bank, there was a huge cave entrance, and the Soul Power emanating from it made Nan Feng's pupils shrink slightly. A ten-thousand-year-old Lava Giant Monitor Lizard lizard, over ten zhang long, was coiled at the cave entrance, its crimson scales reflecting the magma like burning flames.
"The guardian Soul Beast of the fourth level," Old Huai said, "Is a ten-thousand-year-old Lava Giant Monitor Lizard, fire-attribute, strength-type. Your Tower Suppression is effective against fire-attribute Soul Beast, but it's too large; the Tower Suppression's suppression range can't cover its entire body."
Nan Feng didn't hesitate. He stepped out from behind the rock wall, the tower appearing in his palm, the nine-story bronze tower slowly rotating in his hand. The Lava Giant Monitor Lizard sensed the intruder, opened its crimson vertical pupils, and spewed out a pillar of magma from its massive maw. Nan Feng used his Shrinking the Ground to an Inch Teleportation to dodge, and the Tower Realm's power was fully activated, with the fifth layer of Space-Time Power and the sixth layer of Power of Return to the Void simultaneously flowing into the tower. Black and silver-blue interwoven patterns appeared on the surface of the tower, and a suppressive force poured down from the bottom of the tower.
"Tower Suppression · Return to the Void!"
Black annihilation patterns exploded above the giant lizard's head, and the Power of Return to the Void shattered the flame shield surrounding its body. The giant lizard roared and swung its long tail. Nan Feng Teleportation again, appearing beside the giant lizard. He took out an iron rod from the Tower Spirit Space, infusing the rod with Primordial World Power, and smashed it into the giant lizard's right forelimb joint. The giant lizard's scales were like paper before the Primordial World Power, and the sound of the joint shattering echoed in the lava cave. Nan Feng followed up with a second blow, shattering the giant lizard's skull.
The Lava Giant Monitor Lizard fell, but Nan Feng did not absorb its Soul Ring and continued forward.
The fifth level is an ice cave. A ten-thousand-year-old Ice Crystal Butterfly hovers at the top, its icy blue wings scattering countless ice needles. Nan Feng uses his Divine Slaughter's Domain combined with the Tower Realm; the dual domains suppress the Ice Crystal Butterfly's flight space, causing the tower to materialize and shatter the top of the ice cave, sending the Ice Crystal Butterfly crashing to the ground. The sixth level is an underground swamp. A ten-thousand-year-old Swamp Giant Crocodile lurks in the mud. Nan Feng uses his Treasure-Appraising Spirit Light to pinpoint the crocodile's location, then Teleportation to its back in Shrinking the Ground to an Inch, piercing its spine with an iron rod.
Three ten -Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, three battles, Nan Feng used five days. After each battle, he would rest briefly in the Tower Spirit Space, using the Return to Origin Power to repair the damage to the tower and himself. By the time he reached the end of the sixth floor, although his Soul Power was still stuck at level eighty, his combat experience and his use of Primordial World Power had improved to a new level.
The seventh floor.
Nan Feng stood at the entrance to the seventh level. The passage before him was extremely narrow, allowing only one person to pass sideways. The rock walls on both sides of the passage were covered with strange runes, bearing a slight resemblance to the script of the Primordial World immortals. The remnant soul of the Old Huai rose from the immortal tree, his expression solemn. "These runes are remnants of the Abyss seal. They were left behind by your ancestor, the Pagoda God, when he guarded the Abyss. The Nine Netherworlds Dark Python was once the mount of the Lord of the Abyss, and it has been sealed on the seventh level for a hundred thousand years."
Nan Feng sidestepped through the passage, and the space before him suddenly opened up. The seventh level was a massive underground dome, about a hundred feet high, with countless stalactites hanging from its top, each emitting a ghostly blue phosphorescence. Coiled on the ground in the center of the dome was a giant python, its body as thick as a palace pillar, entirely black, with dark red patterns on its scales, like solidified magma. The python's head was triangular, and its two vertical pupils were tightly closed, but Nan Feng could sense the Soul Power fluctuations contained within the python's body—120,000 years old, stronger than the Golden-Eyed Peng King.
Nine Netherworlds Dark Python.
Nan Feng had only taken three steps when the vertical pupils on the python's head suddenly snapped open. A pair of crimson snake eyes shone in the darkness, like two lamps of hell. The python raised its head, opened its massive mouth, and a jet-black venomous mist spewed from its throat. Wherever the venomous mist passed, stalactites instantly turned to powder, and the surface of the rock wall was corroded with honeycomb-like holes.
Nan Feng Tower Realm, and the three layers of light membrane shattered simultaneously within the poisonous fog, with the fourth layer barely holding on. He sensed the soul attack contained within the poisonous fog; countless sharp wills pierced his soul from all directions, attempting to tear his consciousness apart. The Primordial World Imprint within Nan Feng's soul suddenly trembled, and a golden warm current surged from the depths of his soul, devouring, transforming, and annihilating the invading soul attacks one by one.
"Old Huai!" Nan Feng shouted.
Old Huai unleashed its full power from the Tower Spirit Space, Return to the Void the sixth and seventh layers of the tower's Samsara Pattern to simultaneously erupt with their strongest light. The nine-story bronze tower expanded to three zhang tall in Nan Feng's palm, and the Power of Return to the Void pouring down from its base to tear a gap in the poisonous mist. Nan Feng burst out of the gap, Shrinking the Ground to an Inch three times in succession, Teleportation to the side of the giant python.
The giant python lashed its tail, shattering three stalactites, sending the fragments raining down. Nan Feng used the tower to block, but the immense force slammed him and the tower into the rock wall. His back shattered a large section of rock, and his ribs broke again, but the Primordial World Power within him surged wildly, and his broken bones healed by 70% in just a few breaths.
"Its soul attack was countered by my Primordial World Power." Nan Feng stood up from the rubble, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, "But its physical strength was too great. The Tower Suppression its entire body."
From within the tower, the Old Huai roared, "Strike its vital spot! The python's weakness lies in its vital spot. Use the Suppress Mountains and Rivers Technique layered upon the Mountain Suppression Art, pouring in all the Samsara Power!"
Nan Feng took a deep breath. He sensed the Primordial World Power in his dantian boiling over, and the Immortal Power in his meridians surging towards the tower under the guidance of the Samsara patterns. The Nine-Layer Tower lit up simultaneously, and the seventh layer of Samsara patterns burst forth with a silver-blue light, illuminating the entire dome. Nan Feng held the tower with both hands, and the tower rotated above his head, the Samsara Power condensing into a pillar of light.
Sensing danger, the giant python retracted its head, and the poisonous mist surged forth once more. Nan Feng did not dodge; he used his Primordial World Power to protect his soul, enduring the soul attack of the poisonous mist, while simultaneously channeling all his Immortal Power into the tower.
"Suppress Mountains and Rivers, Samsara!"
The beam of Samsara shot towards the giant python's vital spot. The dark red patterns on the python's body shattered inch by inch before the Samsara Power, the beam piercing through its scales and penetrating its body. The giant python let out a shrill hiss, its body convulsing violently under the impact of the Samsara Power. Nan Feng immediately Teleportation to the giant python's vital spot, took out an iron rod from the Tower Spirit Space, infused it with all his Primordial World Power, and pierced the wound caused by the beam of light, penetrating the python's heart.
The giant python's vertical pupils widened suddenly, its head stiffened in mid-air for a few breaths, and finally crashed down. When its body hit the ground, the entire dome shook.
Nan Feng pulled the iron rod from the python and knelt on one knee. Most of his bones were shattered in the previous clash, 30% of his meridians were reversed, and blood was seeping from his seven orifices, but his Primordial World Power was running wildly in his body, and golden light shone from his wounds, repairing every injury.
A red Soul Ring appeared on the giant python's corpse. It was a 120,000-year-old Soul Ring, its color a deep crimson, like solidified magma. The Soul Ring slowly rose and hovered above Nan Feng's head, emitting Soul Power fluctuation that made one's heart tremble.
Nan Feng sat down cross-legged, the tower hovering in front of his chest. He closed his eyes and guided the Soul Ring into his body.
The moment the red Soul Ring sank into his head, all of Nan Feng's meridians shattered simultaneously. The energy of the 120,000-year Soul Ring surged into his body like a tsunami, far exceeding the 87,000-year level of the Golden-Eyed Peng King. Nan Feng's skin cracked, blood seeped from every pore, and his bones made continuous cracking sounds under the impact of the energy. His consciousness blurred for a moment in the excruciating pain, but the Primordial World Imprint in his soul suddenly awakened, and golden light surged from the depths of his soul, enveloping, suppressing, and transforming the violent energy of the Soul Ring.
The seventh floor of the tower was violently pushed open by the impact of the Primordial World Power. The Samsara patterns spread from the seventh floor to the eighth floor, and the silver-blue light wove into an impenetrable net on the tower. All the patterns from the first to the sixth floor of the tower lit up at the same time, and the nine-story bronze tower spun rapidly in the immortal light, devouring, refining and absorbing the energy of the 120,000 -Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring bit by bit.
Old Huai did its best to maintain the stability of the Immortal Tree in the Tower Spirit Space. Shifang was awakened from his slumber, and ten golden flames formed a protective array in the Tower Spirit Space to resist the aftershocks of the Soul Ring energy.
Three days and three nights.
Nan Feng repeatedly fell into and awoke from excruciating pain, each time sensing changes within his body. His bones, tempered by Primordial World Power, were reshaped, their density doubling. His meridians widened by thirty percent under the impact of the Soul Ring's energy, and the liquid Primordial World Power in his dantian condensed into a fist-sized golden ball of light, the patterns of a tower faintly visible on its surface. The Primordial World Imprint in his soul doubled in size, golden light continuously overflowing from it and merging into every inch of his flesh.
On the morning of the third day, Nan Feng opened his eyes. The eerie blue phosphorescence in the dome was ten times brighter than before, and golden light shone in his Peng Eye. The multi-colored spectrum of his Treasure-Appraising Spirit Light expanded from a thousand steps to three thousand steps. He stood up, his bones making a slight cracking sound, and his muscles became firmer after being reshaped.
The Seventh Soul Ring, 120,000 years old, red. After absorption, the Soul Power broke through from level 80 to level 85.
Nan Feng sensed that the Soul Power in his dantian was five times stronger than before, and the Immortal Power flowing in his meridians was transforming from liquid to solid. Every drop of Immortal Power contained power comparable to ten times that before. He summoned the tower, and the nine-story bronze tower slowly rotated in his palm. The seventh layer of Samsara patterns appeared on the surface of the tower, and silver-blue light flowed between the black and dark gold patterns.
Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar - Nine Nether Heaven Suppression Pagoda.
Nan Feng threw the tower out, and the nine-story tower expanded to ten zhang tall in the air, its body shimmering with silver-blue light. He sensed that he could merge his entire body into the tower, transforming it into Tower Suppression to suppress everything. This was the signature Soul Skill of Titled Douluo -level Martial Soul Avatar, and his Martial Soul Avatar was enhanced by the Primordial World Power.
"You've mastered the Mountain Suppression Art." Old Huai's voice came from the tower, tinged with weariness and satisfaction. "You can now suppress ten thousand mountains with a single tower. The second Soul Skill brought by your 120,000-year Soul Ring is ' Tower Realm: Qiankun,' which suppresses attacks while reversing the power of Qiankun within the domain, causing enemy Soul Power attacks to be reflected back by Qiankun power."
Nan Feng nodded. He crouched down, and a Right Leg Soul Bone appeared beside the corpse of the Nine Netherworlds Dark Python. It was pitch black with dark red patterns flowing on its surface, and it was 120,000 years old. He guided the Soul Bone into his body. The moment the Soul Bone merged into his right leg, a chilling power spread from the leg bone throughout his body. Nether Step - Shrinking the Earth - His right leg could perform Shrinking the Ground to an Inch three times in a single breath, each step covering twice the distance of the previous one. Nether Step - Stepping on the Void - His right leg could borrow strength from the void and walk on air.
When absorbing the Right Leg Soul Bone, Nan Feng used the tower's Return to Origin Power to stabilize his foundation, and his Soul Power increased by two levels, reaching Level 87.
He stood up and stretched his right leg. The power of the Nether Step flowed through his leg bones. He lightly stomped on the ground, his figure Teleportation teleporting ten zhang, and then took two more steps, appearing at the other end of the dome. His speed was almost twice as fast as before.
Old Huai poked its head out from the immortal tree, its face weary but its eyes smiling. "Your Soul Power jumped from eighty to eighty-seven, an increase of seven levels. You'll need at least two years to consolidate it. Furthermore, you now possess two new powers: the seventh soul ring and the Right Leg Soul Bone. These need time to integrate."
Nan Feng nodded. He walked to the corpse of the Nine Netherworlds Dark Python and took out a fist-sized dark red snake bead from the python's head. It was the crystallization of the Soul Power of a 120,000-year-old Soul Beast. After the tower absorbed the snake bead, the seventh layer of Samsara patterns became more solid, and the silver-blue light on the surface of the tower had a dark red undertone.
"Let's go." Nan Feng retrieved the tower from his palm. "There are still kill orders waiting outside the Abyss."
Old Huai was silent for a moment. "Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo should still be outside. You've been in the Abyss for five days; they may have already set traps outside."
Nan Feng headed towards the exit of the seventh floor, activating the Shrinking the Ground to an Inch beneath his feet, his figure leaving a trail of afterimages in the eerie blue phosphorescence. "Let them wait. By the time I get out, I'll have my seventh ring."
He traversed seven layers of Abyss and returned to the tundra on the evening of the fifth day. The setting sun dyed the ice plains a dark red, and a familiar yet dangerous fluctuation of Soul Power wafted in the cold wind. Within his three-thousand-step perception range, the Treasure-Appraising Spirit Light detected two points of light, one golden and one grayish-black, slowly approaching from two directions.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Nan Feng levitated the tower in front of his chest, and the seventh layer of Samsara patterns lit up with a silver-blue light. He sensed the Level 87 Soul Power surging through his meridians, the Primordial World Power and the Samsara Power intertwined, and the power emanating from the tower was five times stronger than before he entered the Abyss.
"Come on." Nan Feng stood on the icy plain, the red ribbon on her left wrist fluttering in the cold wind. "This time, I won't run away."
On the distant permafrost, two figures were closing in from different directions. Golden chrysanthemum petals bloomed in the sunset, while a gray-black ghostly figure glided silently across the ice. But Nan Feng's gaze was calmer and more resolute than it had been before the waterfall.
He held a dark red serpent bead in his palm, and all nine levels of the tower glowed simultaneously. He had already obtained the seventh ring, Level 87 Soul Power was quietly circulating within his body, while the Samsara Power flowed endlessly across the surface of the tower. In the Abyssal Rift behind him, a ghostly blue phosphorescence still flickered, as if the souls of countless Soul Beast over billions of years were watching him.
Nan Feng took a step towards the icy plain ahead. He activated the Nether Step: Shrinking Earth technique, leaving a trail of afterimages on the ice as he headed towards Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. The red ribbon on his left wrist fluttered in the wind. In the Tower Spirit Space, Hu Liena's secret letter floated quietly beside the Ice Crystal Amulet, its dark fox tail pattern gleaming faintly in the cyan-gold immortal light.
The golden light of Chrysanthemum Douluo drew ever closer. Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, his Peng Eye shining with a golden luster, seeing through the wind, snow, and twilight ahead.
Come on. This time it's Level 87 against two Titled Douluo.
Nan Feng gripped the iron rod tightly, and the Samsara patterns on the tower shone like stars.