Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body.

"call."

Yue Guan returned to the ground, retracted his Martial Soul True Form, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Subduing two Titan Apes at the same time, one of which had a cultivation level of ten thousand years, was not an easy task for him.

"Alright." He looked at Yang Jian on the cliff. "Come down."

Yang Jian climbed down the mountainside with steady steps.

Hu Liena followed closely behind, her gaze fixed on the bound female ape, her heart pounding.

The Titan Ape, eight thousand years old.

Is Elder Ju really going to let his junior brother absorb this soul ring?

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Yue Guan's serious expression, she swallowed the words back.

Yue Guan walked to Yang Jian's side, looked at the eight-thousand-year-old Titan Giant Ape, and took a deep breath.

"The first soul ring in eight thousand years; throughout history, no one has ever achieved this."

"But with your current physical strength, it's worth a try."

"I will be watching from the side, and if anything unexpected happens, I will immediately stop the absorption."

"Although there will be backlash, at least it won't cost you your life."

Hu Liena finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Elder Ju!"

"Are you really going to let your junior brother absorb the first spirit ring in eight thousand years?"

"What's the difference between this and courting death?"

She walked quickly to Yang Jian and grabbed his shoulder.

"Junior brother, have you gone mad?"

"Eight thousand years!"

Do you know how terrifying the energy contained within an eight-thousand-year-old soul ring is?

"Your body..."

"Senior sister," Yang Jian interrupted her.

Hu Liena froze, staring at Yang Jian's unusually calm eyes.

"Believe me."

He said only three words, then turned around and walked toward the two bound Titan Apes.

Hu Liena tried to stop him, but Yue Guan stopped her.

"Let him give it a try." Yue Guan's voice was deep and firm. "I believe in him."

Hu Liena stood there, stunned, watching Yang Jian's thin figure walk step by step toward the two Titan Apes, a feeling she couldn't quite describe welling up inside her.

Is this guy genuinely confident, or is he just recklessly courting death?

……

Yang Jian stood in front of the two Titan Apes, quietly watching them.

Both the male and female apes had their limbs broken by Yue Guan and were lying on the ground unable to move, covered in mud and blood. Their once fierce eyes were now filled with the exhaustion of a dying struggle.

The mother ape struggled to raise her head, her cloudy eyes looking at Yang Jian, and a low whimper escaped her throat.

Yang Jian glanced at it, but his gaze didn't linger.

He turned to the ancient male ape, and with a flick of his right hand, a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

The blade grows longer as it faces the wind, instantly becoming three meters long, with its three-pointed edge gleaming with a cold, silvery light in the sunlight.

No hesitation.

Yang Jian gripped the hilt of the knife with both hands, aimed it at the male ape's eyes, and stabbed it down hard.

The blade pierced the body with almost no resistance.

The sharpness of the three-pointed double-edged sword far exceeded that of ordinary weapon spirits. Since the eyeball's defense was already weak, this sword pierced straight in and easily shattered the male ape's brain.

The male ape's massive body convulsed violently a few times before going completely limp and remaining motionless.

A surge of immense energy erupted from the male ape's corpse and slowly coalesced above it.

A jet-black spirit ring floated silently there, radiating a chilling sense of oppression.

Ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Yang Jian glanced at the spirit ring, then quickly sat down cross-legged on the spot, placed his hands on his knees, and began to circulate his spirit power.

The black spirit ring seemed to be drawn down, slowly descending and encircling his body.

The whole process was completed in one go.

"Yang Jian! What are you doing!"

Yue Guan's expression changed drastically. In a flash, he appeared in front of Yang Jian and reached out to grab his shoulder.

But the finger stopped three inches away.

It's too late.

The spirit ring had begun to merge into Yang Jian's body, and a faint black light emanated from within him, enveloping his entire being.

If you forcibly interrupt it at this time, at best your meridians will be completely destroyed and you will become a cripple, and at worst your soul power will go berserk and you will explode and die on the spot.

Yue Guan's hand remained suspended in mid-air, hesitant to fall.

His face turned pale and then flushed, his eyes filled with regret and anger.

"This kid...this kid..."

His voice trembled.

Ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Yang Jian had just said, "Let's subdue these two Titan Apes first," so he naturally assumed that he was interested in the eight-thousand-year-old female ape.

Who would have thought that this kid had his eye on a ten-thousand-year soul ring from the very beginning?

When Yue Guan recalled Yang Jian's calm expression at the time, she realized that she had been deceived.

Yang Jian deliberately didn't explain clearly in order to lower his guard.

"Too careless..."

Yue Guan took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

He stared intently at Yang Jian's face, observing every change in the other's expression, ready to forcibly interrupt the situation at any moment, even at the cost of backlash, if things went wrong.

Hu Liena stood to the side, completely dumbfounded.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide, staring blankly at Yang Jian, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, enveloped in the light of a black spirit ring.

Ten-thousand-year soul ring.

The first spirit ring is ten thousand years.

How is that possible?

She entered the Spirit Hall at the age of six and studied the theoretical knowledge of Spirit Masters for six whole years.

All textbooks clearly state in black and white that the maximum lifespan of the first spirit ring is 423 years.

This is an ironclad rule in the world of Soul Masters for thousands of years, and no one has ever broken it.

But now, a six-year-old child is absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring right in front of her?

"He's really gone mad!"

……

A storm is currently raging within Yang Jian's sea of ​​consciousness.

A blurry phantom materialized in his mind; it was the lingering resentment of the ten-thousand-year-old Titan Ape.

The phantom roared to the sky, its voice shaking the entire sea of ​​consciousness. Its blood-red eyes were fixed on Yang Jian, filled with resentment and hatred.

"Humans!"

The giant ape's lingering resentment unleashed a deafening roar.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely fierce soul shockwave erupted from the phantom, surging towards Yang Jian's soul essence like a tidal wave.

Yang Jian felt a sharp pain deep in his soul, as if countless needles were piercing his mind at the same time.

The pain was indescribable, as if one's entire consciousness was being torn apart, crushed, and completely erased.

The very essence of the soul trembled violently under the impact, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

An ordinary person would probably not have survived even a second of this soul-shaking impact.

But Yang Jian is no ordinary person.

As the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts circulated, a warm yet resilient power surged from the depths of his soul, like an invisible armor that firmly protected his soul.

This top-tier primordial body-refining technique, while primarily focused on cultivating the physical body, is equally effective in tempering the soul.

After three months of cultivation, his soul strength had far surpassed that of his peers, and was even stronger than many Soul Kings.

Wave after wave of soul-shaking attacks came, but Yang Jian gritted his teeth and desperately guarded his mental clarity.

His body was trembling violently, veins were bulging on his forehead, large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, and the back of his clothes was soaked with sweat.

But he persisted.

A stick of incense.

Two incense sticks.

After an unknown amount of time, the ferocious soul impact finally began to subside.

After repeated unsuccessful attempts, the phantom of the Titan Ape gradually dimmed, finally letting out a resentful roar before completely dissipating into the sea of ​​consciousness.

The mountain that had been weighing on my soul finally disappeared.

Yang Jian breathed a long sigh of relief.