What shocked everyone the most was Dai Mubai. This young man wasn't just any Spirit King but a powerhouse nearing the rank of a quasi-Spirit Douluo. To make matters even more astonishing, he possessed three 100,000-year spirit rings!
At just seventeen years old, how could this not be a cause for disbelief?
As the referee announced the end of the match, Dai Mubai had intended to step off the stage, collect his spirit bone prize, and promptly make his exit. However, before he could retract his martial soul, his body suddenly trembled as a voice echoed in his mind.
"First Trial of the God of Death: Win the All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Competition—Completed."
"Rewards: All spirit ring ages increased by 10,000 years, two god-bestowed spirit rings granted (one pre-allocated), Death God Affinity +15%."
"Reward is being distributed."
Dai Mubai: "???"
Dear God of Death, could we perhaps not rush this much?
The moment the voice fell silent, Dai Mubai's figure began to levitate inexplicably. Still in his martial soul possession state, gray energy radiated from him. His spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, red, black, red, red—spun in an awe-inspiring display.
In that instant, an ethereal and stunning figure appeared behind Dai Mubai. The spectral silhouette exuded divinity, death, and an overwhelming majesty that made it impossible to look directly at. Holding a deathly scythe, a faint trace of joy flickered through the being's cold, lifeless eyes. With a gentle wave of its hand, a gray stream of energy materialized out of thin air and entered Dai Mubai's body.
Moments later, the sequence of his spirit rings shifted to black, black, black, red, black, red, red.
The Crowd:"!!!"
The Crowd:"???"
What's going on here? What is this?
At this moment, aside from Dai Mubai, the only individuals still standing were Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong, both of whom gritted their teeth to avoid succumbing to their knees.
This was merely a projection—just a projection! Yet the entity's presence was suffocating.
"This… this is the power of a god?"
Qian Daoliu muttered in awe, staring blankly at the figure in the void. It displayed no emotion, no joy nor sorrow, yet its very existence commanded reverence.
"A god. A true god!"
Bibi Dong cast a bewildered glance at Dai Mubai. She couldn't comprehend which trial he had completed to make his yellow spirit rings transform into black. Each ring had increased in age by at least 10,000 years.
Jealousy surged in her heart. Despite completing several trials of her own Rakshasa God inheritance, she hadn't received anything nearly as extravagant—not even a measly boost to her spirit ring ages!
Both inheritors of divine power, why was the treatment so vastly different?
But then, something even more shocking happened.
Dai Mubai, still with his eyes closed, suddenly manifested an eighth spirit ring!
The yellow ring swiftly turned purple, then transitioned to black. Over the span of three minutes, the black spirit ring evolved into a radiant red one.
One pattern. A 100,000-year spirit ring.
Two patterns. A 200,000-year spirit ring.
Three… four…
It wasn't until the eighth pattern formed that the transformation ceased, signifying a 800,000-year spirit ring!
Bibi Dong:"???"
This god… is actually giving its inheritor spirit rings as well?
No way… gods can't be this generous, right?
As her thoughts raced, Bibi Dong began to reassess. Could it be that Dai Mubai's other three 100,000-year spirit rings had also been bestowed by this god?
Meanwhile, Qian Daoliu blinked several times, his lips twitching. This grandson-in-law's god is truly generous!
"I had to endure countless near-death experiences to complete my Angelic Eight Trials, and all I got was a meager 10,000-year increase to my spirit ring ages," Qian Daoliu thought bitterly.
But Dai Mubai?
He participates in the Elite Competition with his quasi-Spirit Douluo strength, wins, and gets over 10,000 years of spirit ring upgrades plus a god-bestowed ring?
For the first time, Qian Daoliu felt something alien—jealousy.
Dai Weisi and the others were equally dumbfounded, struggling to process what they were witnessing. They wanted to say something, but words failed them.
Even Zhao Wuji, whose voice was usually low-key, couldn't help but murmur:
"This kid… he's already reached this level?"
The Shrek Academy members snapped out of their daze. Their expressions varied, but Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dugu Yan gazed at Dai Mubai with pride and admiration shining in their eyes.
Time passed. Half an hour later, Dai Mubai finally opened his eyes. At that moment, an overwhelming aura of a full-fledged Spirit Douluo burst forth, clearly marking his breakthrough from his prior quasi-Douluo state.
"Level 85. The higher the rank, the harder it gets to improve spirit power," Dai Mubai murmured. Then, with a hint of optimism, he added:
"But with my twin martial souls, as long as I reach Title Douluo…"
The Crowd:"???"
Dai Mubai: "???"
It was only then that Dai Mubai realized over a thousand pairs of eyes were fixated on him.
"Uh…"
"He's already Level 85?"
"And he mentioned twin martial souls…"
"If he's this strong with one martial soul, what happens when the second absorbs spirit rings?"
Someone from Spirit Hall muttered, "Such a terrifying talent. If he cannot serve Spirit Hall…"
Before the speaker could finish, they felt the icy glares of nearly a dozen people, including Qian Daoliu. A cold sweat broke out across his back.
Did I say something wrong? I was only thinking about Spirit Hall's interests!
Dai Mubai, still processing the previous events, suddenly heard the voice of Hadina again.
"Second Trial of the God of Death: As the inheritor of the Death God, you must learn to harvest souls, especially those of the strong. Trial Objective: Within three years, kill nine Title Douluos. Progress: 1/9."
"Rewards: Two god-bestowed spirit rings, all spirit ring ages increased by 30,000 years, Death God Affinity +15%."
Dai Mubai's expression darkened, and his body stiffened.
Nine Title Douluos in three years?
Where was he supposed to find eight more Title Douluos to kill?
Wait… progress was already at 1/9? Did that mean Tang Hao counted toward the total?
His gaze instinctively drifted toward the golden-armored figures around the Pope's throne.
The Elders:"…"
For some reason, Dai Mubai's mere glance filled them with dread. An unshakable sense of foreboding gripped their hearts.
If Dai Mubai told Qian Daoliu about this trial, wouldn't these elders "volunteer" themselves to help him complete it?
No… humans shouldn't… probably shouldn't…
"Eight more Title Douluos. Eight of them. Maybe the Clear Sky Clan…"
Dai Mubai's eyes gleamed.
"Wait, the Clear Sky Clan?"
(End of Chapter)