Based on his judgment, Chen Feng estimated that the newly evolved Sword Wings, his external spirit bone, had reached a quality equivalent to at least forty thousand years!
Of course, that was just a conservative estimate.
Beyond his external spirit bone, the leg and arm bones also saw some growth. Though ordinary spirit bones couldn't evolve on their own, these increases came from divine trial rewards, which operated under different rules altogether.
Just then, the voice of the Asura God echoed again:
"Chen Feng, your spirit power has now reached Rank 60.
Do you wish to receive a God-bestowed Spirit Ring as your reward?"
Chen Feng paused for a moment—
Did he even need to think about it?
Of course he did!
It was far easier than hunting soul beasts, and the ring would perfectly match his martial soul. Why wouldn't he want that?
Still, a thought struck him, and he asked cautiously:
"Senior Asura God, how many times can I receive a God-bestowed spirit ring?"
He had to be prudent—if the number were limited, it would be wiser to save them for his later, more difficult rings.
The Asura God replied calmly:
"That depends on the power and intent of each divine being, as well as their rules.
Every god's trial is different—it's up to their discretion."
"But as for me, my rewards are generous.
And there are no limits on God-bestowed spirit rings."
Chen Feng's eyes lit up with joy.
"No limit? That's amazing!"
The Asura God chuckled faintly:
"Don't you want to know why?"
"Please enlighten me," Chen Feng nodded respectfully.
"It's quite simple," said the Asura God.
"Most god trials are just passive programs left behind, with limited power."
"But I descended personally, and am temporarily attached to your martial soul through sacrifice. Who else would dare to do that?"
There was a hint of pride in the Asura God's voice.
"Such an act requires not only power but also courage.
After all, even as a Divine Realm adjudicator, how could I arbitrarily return to the past and alter the course of fate without paying a price?"
"Even if other gods discover such methods, not many would have the resolve to follow through."
Of course, these things were still far beyond Chen Feng's current understanding.
But the key point was this—
There were no restrictions on God-bestowed spirit rings.
For Chen Feng, this was an enormous boon.
"Then I'll take one right now!"
Without hesitation, Chen Feng sat cross-legged, just as he had in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, and released his martial soul.
The sixth God-bestowed spirit ring appeared, beginning as a white ring, the base ten-year form.
Chen Feng took a deep breath.
With so many ultra-high-year spirit rings backing him, he aimed to push this sixth ring to the 100,000-year level!
After all, the higher the ring's age, the more resilient the body needed to be.
Chen Feng's current ring total already rivaled that of a top-tier Spirit Sage, and with three powerful spirit bones reinforcing him, he believed he had the strength to make the breakthrough.
Thus, the absorption process began.
Gentle breeze, moonlight, insects chirping, birds calling.
From day to night, and then into dawn—
Ten full hours passed.
By the time the morning sun rose high into the sky, Chen Feng's entire body was trembling—he was nearing his limit.
And right then, the sixth spirit ring—
shifted from black to red, finally breaking through into 100,000-year territory!
The blood-red ring spiraled around him like a divine halo.
Chen Feng's heart surged with excitement.
This was his sixth spirit ring—
Tang San's sixth ring had also been 100,000 years, but that had come from Xiao Wu's sacrifice.
Later, Da Ming and Er Ming's spirit rings followed suit.
You could say Tang San had lucked out big time.
Whether or not Bibi Dong was pissed off was debatable—
But Xiao Wu's dowry sure was generous...
Ahem, back to the point.
Chen Feng rose to his feet.
No matter how it had come to be, he now truly possessed a 100,000-year spirit ring.
Only those who had experienced such power firsthand could understand how precious it was.
Compared to a ten-thousand-year ring, a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring operated on a completely different level—
The soul skill it granted would be vastly more refined and devastating.
If Sword Douluo had ever possessed such a ring, his power would've grown significantly.
But now, with all nine of his rings fixed, that possibility was gone.
Chen Feng circulated his soul power—
Vast, vigorous energy surged through his body like a tidal wave, pumping through his veins like a beating heart.
Even someone standing nearby would sense it.
After absorbing the God-bestowed ring, Chen Feng's soul power rose by another three levels, to Rank 63.
His martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword, was no longer just its original deep blue.
A dark red arcane pattern now streaked across the blade, subtly changing its form.
Originally three feet three inches long, the sword had grown longer and wider, exuding a far more commanding presence.
He hadn't tested its power yet, but the transformation was obvious.
Putting his martial soul away, Chen Feng flicked his fingers, retrieving a fresh set of clothes.
Nearly a year had passed, and his appearance had changed as well.
He was taller now—around 1.83 meters—and his face had matured noticeably.
Spirit masters matured faster than ordinary people.
At this point, if Chen Feng didn't reveal his age himself, no one would guess he was only fifteen years old.
"Chen Feng."
A deep, slightly aged voice came from ahead.
Sword Douluo had appeared silently, standing on the road with a faint smile in his eyes.
After a year, he hadn't changed much—
Only a few more strands of white now adorned his hair.
"Grandpa Sword!"
Chen Feng rushed forward.
Sword Douluo nodded approvingly.
"Good lad, not bad at all! I was worried you wouldn't make it in time for the tournament!"
Mention of the tournament made Chen Feng tense up immediately.
"Grandpa Sword, how's the tournament going? What's the current status?"
Sword Douluo replied:
"I've been waiting here for ten days. Ten days ago, all teams that made it to the finals had already set out for Spirit City.
If we leave now, we should still make it."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Chen Feng didn't dare delay.
The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament was directly tied to the second trial of his Asura God inheritance—failure was not an option.
He'd already gathered his teammates, handed out the immortal herbs—all that remained was to fight a few battles.
If he tripped up now, he'd probably cry in his sleep for a week.
Sword Douluo understood the urgency.
He activated his martial soul and took Chen Feng with him in flight, soaring across the sky via sword-riding.
Having traveled to and from Slaughter City twice now, Sword Douluo knew the route perfectly.
And this time, he didn't conserve soul power—he pushed the Seven Kill Sword at full speed.
As a result, they reached Spirit City in less than five days.
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