Douluo Continent: The Ice King's Resurrection

26. Absorbing the divinely bestowed soul ring, the soul bone protects the master.

At this moment, Ling Bingtian could no longer see the Ice God's gaze; he was closing his eyes and absorbing the divinely bestowed soul ring with all his might.

Under the golden mist formed by the divinely bestowed soul ring, Ling Bingtian initially only felt streams of warmth slowly flowing into his body along with the mist.

At the same time, phantom images of soul beasts faintly appeared in his mind, but most of these phantom images of soul beasts had some characteristics of ice attribute soul beasts.

Ling Bingtian could understand, after all, his martial soul was the Ice Crystal Phoenix, so a soul ring from an ice-attribute soul beast was naturally the most suitable for him.

Ling Bingtian stayed in this comfortable environment for a while, but soon, waves of pressure came from every corner of the golden mist.

Ling Bingtian slightly opened his eyes and saw that the white threads that were originally surrounding him were gradually turning yellow. He remembered the unique color differences in Douluo Continent and immediately guessed that this represented the age of the Soul Ring.

"It seems the truly crucial moment is approaching."

Ling Bingtian thought to himself, now that he had guessed this, his goal was naturally very clear.

熬！

Wait until that noble purple hue appears!

Without further thought, Ling Bingtian focused all his attention on resisting the pressure brought by the divinely bestowed soul ring.

At first, the pressure felt to Ling Bingtian like someone placing a hand on him with a little force; but soon, the pressure gradually increased to the size of someone hammering him with a small hammer; in the end, Ling Bingtian felt as if he were in the deep sea, with immense pressure coming from all directions, squeezing his body little by little.

At this moment, all the muscles in Ling Bingtian's body were trembling in order to resist the pressure. Under the immense pressure, a trickle of blood was clearly visible flowing from the corner of Ling Bingtian's mouth.

If one could see through his body, one would find that the circulation of blood and qi within him had reached its limit, and even the blood vessels in his seven orifices were throbbing as if they might burst at any moment.

One can imagine the agonizing torment Ling Bingtian was enduring at that moment.

But his efforts were not in vain. From the outside, the silk threads surrounding Ling Bingtian had all turned into the purest yellow, shining with an extremely bright color, as if they could turn into an even more noble purple at any moment.

Ice God nodded. Judging from Ling Bingtian's current performance, it was already quite good.

If these pure yellow threads were to be transformed into spirit rings, they would at least be spirit rings that are over nine hundred years old, approaching a thousand years old.

Next comes the most crucial moment of absorbing the divinely bestowed soul ring. Whether he can bestow a thousand-year soul ring upon his first soul ring depends on Ling Bingtian's will.

At this moment, Ling Bingtian was also close to reaching his limit.

Unlike when he first absorbed the Frost Dragon's torso and bones, when he had the help of the Ice God's power, now he is absorbing this divinely bestowed soul ring entirely on his own.

Given Ling Bingtian's current physical condition, he is not without a chance to absorb a thousand-year soul ring.

However, he had never absorbed a spirit ring before, and even with the guidance of Ling Yongsheng and Ling An, he was still a little nervous when absorbing one.

This tension makes the process of breaking through to the thousand-year mark with a spirit ring more difficult.

An immense pressure came from all directions, and Ling Bingtian felt as if every inch of his body was being struck by invisible heavy punches.

Ling Bingtian's spiritual sea was also under tremendous pressure, and his consciousness, which had just recovered somewhat, began to become intermittent again.

"This...feels...really...awesome."

Ling Bingtian gritted his teeth, enduring the extreme pain, and thought about it intermittently in his mind.

After some time, Ling Bingtian could clearly feel that a rich yellow light began to flow continuously toward his martial soul, rushing toward it like a vast ocean embracing all rivers.

A strong fluctuation of soul power emanated from Ling Bingtian's body, and as the absorber, Ling Bingtian was particularly able to sense the presence of the soul power fluctuation.

The warm current that initially surged into his body now flowed like molten lava within him.

Hot! Burning!

Ling Bingtian felt as if his body was about to explode, a tearing sensation spreading from every part of his body to his mind.

In fact, he wasn't mistaken. From the outside, one could see that a thin layer of pale red mist had appeared around Ling Bingtian, enveloping him.

The pale red color in the mist was not the red of a 100,000-year-old soul ring, but rather Ling Bingtian's blood.

As his soul power surged violently, fine beads of blood oozed from Ling Bingtian's skin.

These blood droplets, affected by the intense soul power fluctuations emanating from Ling Bingtian, evaporated into the air, transforming into this thin layer of blood mist.

From the perspective of the Ice God, Ling Bingtian's brows were furrowed, and his facial features were almost distorted.

All the muscles in his body were visibly twitching, and the cracking sounds of bones could be heard from within the blood mist. Coupled with the presence of this blood mist, one could imagine the kind of pain Ling Bingtian was enduring.

Why is it happening again?! Change it already!

Ling Bingtian forced himself to endure the pain, screaming wildly in his heart.

However, the yellow threads never changed color, but the pain continued to intensify.

After experiencing immense pressure, tearing, and scalding heat, Ling Bingtian felt a new kind of pain.

Cut with a knife!

Ling Bingtian felt as if his entire body was being cut by invisible blades. His internal organs ached everywhere. Powerful energy flowed throughout his body, tearing at every part of his body along his meridians, leaving him in constant pain.

"I can't hold on any longer..." At this point, Ling Bingtian's mental and physical energy were almost at their limits, and this sentence echoed in his mind.

In an instant, the intense energy almost burst through Ling Bingtian's body, making him feel as if he were about to explode and die.

Just then, a chilling current suddenly surged through Ling Bingtian's back, instantly suppressing the pain within him. Faintly, Ling Bingtian seemed to hear a loud, angry roar.

That was the roar of a dragon!

Feeling the chill emanating from behind, Ling Bingtian couldn't help but shiver as his whole body convulsed.

But after shivering, Ling Bingtian's thoughts gradually returned to normal.

Feeling the chilling currents emanating from behind, Ling Bingtian knew that the Frost Dragon's torso was automatically protecting its master and helping him absorb the energy of the divinely bestowed soul ring.

"No wonder the Ice God made me absorb the bone first and then the spirit ring; I didn't expect this torso bone could also help me absorb the spirit ring."

Ling Bingtian was overjoyed. Without wasting any time, he began to use the remaining soul power in his body to guide the flow of the cold current, alleviating the pain in various parts of his body and absorbing the energy brought by the divinely bestowed soul ring with all his might.