Chapter 10: Soul Ring and Fortissax's Improvement
When Yu Feng announced he wanted to absorb a god-given soul ring as his first soul ring, both Yu Lei and Chen Meilin opened their mouths to speak—but stopped themselves.
They knew Yu Feng well. He always had his own thoughts, and he never acted recklessly. If he chose this path, he must have his reasons.
Yu Lei nodded slowly. "Alright, Feng'er. Go ahead and absorb it. We'll protect you."
Yu Feng nodded in return, then took out the god-given soul ring—a golden, multi-colored glowing bead about the size of a marble. He gently handed Fortissax back to his mother, then turned and entered his room.
Yu Lei and Chen Meilin followed closely behind.
Inside, Yu Feng sat cross-legged on his bed with Fortissax curled at his right side. He closed his eyes, holding the glowing bead in his hands, and began the absorption process.
Yu Lei and Chen Meilin stood nearby, watching attentively. If anything went wrong, they were ready to intervene.
The god-given bead floated up and began to shimmer faintly above Yu Feng's head. At first, it was no more than a misty glow—barely visible, like moonlight fog. Slowly, it condensed into a golden circle.
From that shimmer emerged a translucent white ring that hovered unsteadily, flickering like a candle in the wind.
As the ten-year soul ring formed, a pressure descended on Yu Feng. But thanks to his physical body—already equivalent to a 10,000-year-old dragon soul beast—he felt no discomfort. After all, he had been cultivating both the Ancient Dragon Transformation Art and the Death Sutra, strengthening his body far beyond a normal soul master's limits.
Yu Feng opened his eyes slightly. A whisper escaped his lips.
"…This is the beginning."
The white ring circled him once, then descended. But just before touching him, a surge of divine light erupted.
The ring twisted mid-air.
A low hum filled the room, vibrating through the stone floor. Divine energy poured into the ring. The white mist condensed and transformed into a golden-yellow hue—a hundred-year soul ring.
The ring stabilized, spinning faster. Its light intensified, casting shadows across Yu Feng's calm but determined face.
His body trembled—not from pain, but from the pressure building within. Still, the ring did not descend.
Another surge of divine power struck it, this time violently.
The yellow ring cracked like porcelain, then shattered into a blinding violet light. The particles swirled, quickly reforming into a deep purple ring—denser, heavier, and far more powerful than before.
Now, Yu Feng finally felt pain.
It wasn't because his body was too weak, but because he lacked experience. This was his first time absorbing a soul ring, and he didn't know how to handle it. As a result, the energy clashed inside him.
He gasped sharply as the surge slammed into his soul sea. His meridians groaned, veins bulged, breath shortened.
Beside him, Fortissax growled lowly—sharing his burden. Golden lightning crackled across its scaled body.
This wasn't an ordinary soul ring.
This was divine.
And still—it wasn't the end.
Thunder roared from the sky.
The purple ring trembled again, cracks spreading across its surface. But this time, it didn't break.
Instead, golden lines etched themselves across the ring like divine inscriptions, glowing softly in sync with Yu Feng's heartbeat.
The purple deepened, darkened—until it became jet-black.
It wasn't dull, though. Its edges shimmered with runes, exuding an ancient divine aura.
The temperature plummeted.
Even the air seemed to bow before the pressure of this soul ring.
Yu Feng gritted his teeth as the ring finally descended.
The moment it touched his skin, a bolt of divine thunder exploded in his body. His bones cracked. His blood boiled. The Death Sutra and Ancient Dragon Transformation Art surged to their limits.
Fortissax let out a thunderous roar, wings unfurling, lightning blazing in its eyes.
Yu Lei and Chen Meilin grew increasingly worried. They wanted to intervene—but knew stopping the process now would cause more harm than good.
They could only watch.
The energy of the soul ring merged with Yu Feng's soul, spreading through his body, weaving into his martial soul.
Yu Feng screamed—but didn't fall.
He endured.
And then—silence.
The ring—black with golden edges—hovered at his feet. It radiated immense pressure, purity, and above all, potential.
A few minutes passed.
Yu Feng finally opened his eyes, breathing heavily. His aura stabilized.
Yu Lei and Chen Meilin's worries were swept away. Relief and shock filled their eyes. Their son's first soul ring… was a 10,000-year ring.
This had never happened in the history of the Douluo Continent.
Historically, the first soul ring ranged between 100–420 years. Second between 400–700 years. Third, 1,000–1,500. Fourth, 2,000–5,000. Fifth, at most 10,000 years.
Sixth reached 15,000–20,000. Seventh, 30,000–50,000. Eighth, 70,000–80,000. Ninth could reach 100,000 or more.
Some soul masters didn't reach 10,000 years even with their fifth soul ring.
And yet, Yu Feng had shattered that ceiling with his very first soul ring.
Yu Lei and Chen Meilin were thrilled beyond words.
After Yu Feng's breathing steadied, they rushed to his side. Yu Lei asked in a serious tone,
"Feng'er, are you alright? Any discomfort?"
"I'm fine, Father. Mother. There's nothing wrong," Yu Feng answered calmly.
Hearing that, both sighed in relief. Then Chen Meilin looked toward Fortissax, her eyes full of surprise.
"Feng'er, what's going on with Fortissax? Why has he become so massive? And that terrifying aura…"
After absorbing the ring, Fortissax had grown to over 20 meters in length, breaking through the ceiling. Crimson lightning danced along his scales, and a suffocating aura of death filled the room.
Yu Feng smiled but didn't answer directly. He turned to Fortissax.
"Fortissax, can you return to your smaller size?"
The dragon nodded. A flash of black light enveloped his body, shrinking him down to palm-size once again.
Yu Lei and Chen Meilin were confused.
Seeing their expressions, Yu Feng chuckled softly. "Don't be fooled by Fortissax's size."
"His original body is already 20 meters long. And with every 10-level increase in soul power, his size will grow by another 10 meters—up to more than 200 meters. But his form is completely under his control."
"Also, although Fortissax is my martial soul, he is essentially a soul beast too. So whenever I absorb a soul ring, he gains feedback and grows stronger."
"For example, I just absorbed a 14,000-year-old soul ring. Fortissax also benefited. When he awakened, he was only a 200-year-old soul beast."
"Now, he's already reached 7,300 years."
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