Chapter 167: The Hundred-Thousand-Year Fusion Ring
"What was that blue sphere?" Qian Renxue asked once she'd calmed down, her curiosity still lingering on the giant planet she had seen moments ago.
Luo Ling fell silent for a while before answering softly, "That place… you could call it my home in a dream."
He said no more after that.
On the Douluo Continent, no one yet understood that the world was round, much less that beyond it stretched a vast universe. To them, even the Divine Realm was but a speck in that endless sea of stars.
Seeing that Luo Ling didn't wish to speak further, Qian Renxue wisely refrained from pressing him.
Luo Ling, for his part, enjoyed the quiet.
His sixth spirit skill was not as simple as she imagined. It was a power capable of constructing an entire illusory city.
After fusing his spirits, he could silently use the threads of the soul to corrupt anyone caught within an illusion. His victims wouldn't even notice—they would go on living normally inside their fabricated world.
In truth, Luo Ling would already have full dominion over their souls, their memories, their very existence.
There would no longer be that painful struggle of invading a mind by force.
At that stage, the illusion would become reality. Anyone who died within it would have their soul fade away for good.
And Luo Ling would stand as its absolute master.
Of course, such feats required immense mental and spirit power. With his current strength, he couldn't yet form illusions on a massive scale—certainly not a city-sized construct.
Even so, Luo Ling was satisfied. For his future plans—framing Xue Beng as an evil spirit master, and taking revenge on Yu Xiaogang—this ability would save him a lot of trouble.
Over the next few days, Luo Ling and the others continued exploring the Star Dou Forest.
On the seventh day, they discovered an almost eighty-thousand-year-old dark-type beast: a Night Demon.
It was a creature of pure evil energy.
Luo Ling was genuinely pleased—evil was the advanced form of darkness, one of the rarest attributes in existence, and beasts aligned with it were rarer still. Even among such creatures, a Night Demon was exceptionally powerful.
This time, Luo Ling didn't fight it himself. The three accompanying Titled Douluo took it upon themselves to deliver heavy injuries to the beast.
"As long as we're here, we might as well help," one of them remarked with a grin.
Luo Ling didn't object—having assistance was convenient. When the Night Demon was on its last breath, he stepped forward and ended its life with one swing of his scythe.
A deep black spirit ring manifested from its corpse.
Luo Ling felt his pulse quicken as he stared at it.
He knew that after absorbing it, his rings would fuse again—but would they reach the hundred-thousand-year level this time?
He wasn't sure. The gap between ten-thousand and hundred-thousand-year spirit rings was astronomical.
Even if an eighty-thousand-year and seventy-thousand-year ring together surpassed one hundred thousand in total age, the combined energy might still fall short of crossing that threshold.
Pushing aside his doubt, Luo Ling steadied his breathing and sat cross-legged.
Ghost Douluo watched thoughtfully. He'd seen Luo Ling's ring fusion before—it always increased the combined age.
This time, it might truly reach one hundred thousand years. If so, history would be made—and he would witness it firsthand.
Time passed quietly. Luo Ling's Desire Spirit appeared behind him, its shadowy form looming as twelve spirit rings pulsed rhythmically across his body.
When the Night Demon's ring settled around him, it slowly merged with the Nightmare's ring.
Before the astonished eyes of everyone present, the dark rings deepened in hue, veins of crimson spreading through them until the red completely overtook the black.
A hundred-thousand-year ring!
The fused rings had truly become one of ultimate power.
Qian Renxue stared in awe, her eyes bright with astonishment.
Her knowledge of Luo Ling extended only to recent meetings. She had assumed the so-called Holy Son of the Spirit Hall was merely impressive by title—but now that belief shattered completely.
His sixth ring was of the hundred-thousand-year level!
If his sixth could reach that, what about the following ones?
Would every ring he fused become a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring?
The very notion was beyond comprehension.
And Luo Ling was a twin-spirit wielder who also possessed self-fusion between his spirits.
Was there anyone alive who could ever stand against him?
Tang San? The thought flitted through her mind. Another twin-spirit genius... but compared to Luo Ling, Tang San fell far short—in talent, power, character, and even appearance.
The three Titled Douluo accompanying them looked equally shocked and uneasy.
Ghost Douluo silently noted that he would need to inform Bibi Dong immediately. Meanwhile, Porcupinefish Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo were already thinking of reporting this to the Grand Worship, Qian Daoliu.
Luo Ling, still meditating, remained unaware of what they were planning.
Half an hour passed before the absorption ended.
The crimson spirit ring pulsed majestically around him, its glow both ominous and magnificent. Luo Ling opened his eyes, excitement flickering within.
But he calmed himself quickly and focused on sensing his new ability.
His sixth ability—Evil Shadow Black Hole.
A control-type skill that generated an immense gravitational pull, dragging everything around it inward.
It could also absorb nearby spirit energy—storing it temporarily, then releasing it all at once.
In fusion form, the black hole would be surrounded by a maelstrom of evil wind—a devastating large-scale attack.
There was no doubt—this was a terrifying spirit ability.
Luo Ling was overjoyed.
Without waiting for Qian Renxue's question, he unleashed his new technique.
A massive black void materialized in the forest ahead, followed by a storm of twisted dark wind radiating outward.
Within seconds, the nearby trees were uprooted and hurled aside. Even hidden ten-thousand-year beasts fled in panic from the disturbance.
The swirling black tempest resembled a true natural disaster.
The sheer destructive force of a fused hundred-thousand-year spirit ring was beyond belief—it was true hundred-thousand-year power!
After witnessing this new miracle, Qian Renxue and the three Douluo could only stare blankly, their minds numb to further shock.
On their return journey, their expressions remained complex—every look toward Luo Ling carried disbelief, as though they were traveling beside something inhuman.
Luo Ling, however, was perfectly content. Both Abyss of Dreams and Evil Shadow Black Hole were beyond the realm of ordinary spirit skills.
Compared to Tang San's so-called Blue Silver Prison and Blue Silver Overlord Spear, the difference was like heaven and earth.
After more than three days of travel, they finally returned to Heaven Dou City.
The group disbanded soon after. Their expedition had taken barely ten days, and there was still more than half a month before the promotion tournament began.
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