Douluo Continent: The Ruler of Time, Reigning Supreme

Chapter 102 The Fifth Soul Ring After 100,000 Years

It is through "death dreams" that one can withstand fatal attacks and transform them into dreams, and then store the experienced death attacks in "death memories".

Only by using itself as a vessel can Xia Die reproduce Ye Xishui's terrifying attack, "The Light of Death," which is powerful enough to kill a Title Douluo.

However, the stronger the stored attack, the greater the consumption of the fourth soul skill. Fortunately, Xiaodie's soul power reserves far exceed those of others of the same level.

Moreover, no matter how much it consumes, it's all worthwhile, since this is a soul skill that allows Xia Die, as a Soul Master, to unleash an attack at the Title Douluo level, making it a divine skill.

At this moment, the Dark Prison Demon Lord is dead, and the 100,000-year soul ring is right before his eyes.

Without further delay, Xia Die sat down cross-legged, her purple eyes fixed firmly on the blood-red soul ring that exuded an alluring yet incredibly dangerous aura. Powerful spiritual energy and soul power slowly surged forth, guiding the 100,000-year-old soul ring towards her body.

The real challenge—absorbing a 100,000-year-old soul ring beyond one's level—has only just begun.

Long Xiaoyao and Fei Yan's expressions became even more solemn as they focused intently on protecting her.

Xia Die focused her mind and calmed her spirit. Her powerful mental energy, like tentacles, drew the deep, blood-red 100,000-year-old soul ring towards her.

The moment the spirit ring came into contact with her body, it was as if a dam had burst, and an unimaginably vast and terrifying energy, like a surging dark tide, instantly rushed into her limbs and bones.

This energy is not only immense, but also carries the unique ferocity of a 100,000-year-old soul beast and the chilling corrosiveness of the dark attribute.

"Humph……"

Xia Die couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Her skin instantly turned bright red, and thick, dark red flames uncontrollably rose from her body. This was a manifestation of the overwhelming amount of soul power that she could not absorb in time and was dissipating and burning, as if it was about to ignite her completely from the inside out.

Her meridians were throbbing with a tearing pain. If her body had not been tempered by the Golden Bloodline and countless rare treasures, far surpassing others of the same level, she would probably have exploded and died the moment the energy surged in.

However, while physical impacts can be withstood with one's inherent strength, even more dangerous attacks follow.

Just as Xia Die was fully channeling the raging energy within her body, a sharp, venomous, and resentful shriek exploded in her mind.

The enormous phantom of the Dark Prison Demon Owl, formed from remnants of resentment and fragments of the soul, carrying the ferocity of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, charged directly into her sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to destroy her consciousness and seize her body for rebirth.

This is the most dangerous stage in absorbing a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

The remnant soul of the Dark Prison Demon Owl manifested in Xia Die's spiritual world. It spread its wings, let out a silent roar, and locked its pale eyes on the core of Xia Die's consciousness, about to pounce.

But the next moment, all its movements froze.

It "saw" the black-red sun that hung eternally above the sea of ​​spirits, exuding an aura of death and end.

Beneath that sun, an even more majestic and noble figure stood silently.

That was the manifestation of the will of the ruler of death, Ronava.

Rona looked down at the uninvited intruder with indifference, like a god looking down on an ant.

She snorted coldly, and the pair of huge black wings behind her slowly unfurled. What was even more chilling was that countless blood-red eyes opened one after another on those black wings.

Each eye contains the purest rules of death.

"A mere remnant soul dares to overstep its bounds?"

Ronawa's voice, like the final judgment, echoed throughout the entire sea of ​​spirit.

"I declare that your existence... comes to an end." The remnant soul of the Dark Prison Demon Lord trembled instinctively, an absolute crushing power in terms of rank, the absolute dominance of the god of death over all the dead.

All its ferocity and resentment vanished before the true master of death, leaving only the most primal fear.

It screamed and turned to escape the space that seemed to freeze even its soul.

But it's too late.

The countless blood-red eyes on Rona's wings lit up simultaneously.

Boo hoo hoo-!
Countless beams of death light, condensed to their ultimate form, burst forth like a meteor shower of judgment, instantly engulfing the remnant soul of the Dark Prison Demon Lord.

"Ugh—!!!"

The remnant soul let out a final, desperate, silent wail as it was pierced, torn apart, and purified by the beam of light that contained death, ultimately transforming into countless tiny specks of light that completely dissipated into the spiritual sea of ​​the fairy, its soul scattered and its spirit vanished.

The greatest threat, the backlash from the remnant soul of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, was easily wiped away like a clumsy joke in front of the Death Ruler, Ronawa.

Without the interference of the remnant soul, Xia Die felt much calmer and could fully concentrate on absorbing and refining the enormous soul ring energy.

The existence of Ronawa is her greatest advantage in daring to challenge the fifth spirit ring that takes 100,000 years to grow.

Next comes the painstaking process.

Her Golden Bloodline endowed her with physical endurance and energy affinity far exceeding that of ordinary people, while the vast resources accumulated by the Holy Spirit Cult made her meridians exceptionally resilient.

She guided the surging energy, like the Yangtze River, through her meridians, taming, purifying, and transforming it into her own.

Her soul power level began to climb at a visible rate.

Level 51...

Level 52...

The immense energy continued to propel her cultivation.

However, the energy contained in the 100,000-year soul ring was simply too vast. Even with her foundation, the speed at which she absorbed and refined it was far slower than the speed at which the energy surged in.

To avoid an unstable foundation or even the bursting of her meridians, she had to actively guide the excessive and unrefined impure soul power out of her body.

Beyond the radiant light surrounding her, wisps of black soul power began to dissipate like smoke, returning to the world. Fei Yan, standing to the side, felt a pang of heartache, yet understood that this was a necessary sacrifice.

Time passed slowly, and for three whole days and nights, Xia Die was immersed in this painful torment and rapid improvement.

As the dawn broke through the haze over the Jingyang Mountains on the fourth day, the restless flames around Xia Die finally subsided, and the violent energy fluctuations gradually calmed down and became more subdued.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her deep purple eyes.

At the same time, five spirit rings—purple, purple, black, black, and red—rose one after another from beneath her feet. The last one, in particular, was a 100,000-year spirit ring that was as clear as blood jade and emitted a heart-palpitating aura. It rose and fell, complementing the other four spirit rings and radiating an unparalleled powerful aura and visual impact.

The fluctuations of her soul power had stabilized at level 54.

This was because she wasted a lot of soul power; otherwise, she would have improved even more.

However, rapid improvement is not a good thing. After all, the soul power of the soul beasts is not something she cultivated herself. Next, she will need to spend time completely purifying this improved soul power and imprinting it with her own mark.

(End of this chapter)