Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an mysteriously gestured for Yang Wudi and the other to look at the mountain wall not far away.

Yang Ping'an activated his soul ring, and a point of dark golden light shot out from the tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear, silently creating a deep hole in the stone wall.

Yang Wudi looked at Yang Ping'an in shock, then at the distant mountain wall. He gestured the distance and, considering the hole deep in the mountain wall, estimated that the skill's attack range exceeded thirty meters. He couldn't help but swallow.

"Your move is incredibly powerful!" Yang Mo exclaimed, her eyes shining as she looked at the yellow soul ring on the Soul-Breaking Spear.

"Ping An, do you think we can still find a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear that's over 80,000 years old? I want to get one too," Yang Wudi said with emotion.

"Yes, I know a place with a very old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. I'll catch it for you, Grandpa, to use as your ninth spirit ring," Yang Ping'an said with a smile.

"I have another way to help Soul Masters obtain high-age Soul Rings. We'll talk about it when we get back," Yang Ping'an said to Yang Wudi with a mysterious smile.

Yang Ping'an decided that after returning to the Dao Po clan, he would try to attach eight more spirit rings to himself. If he succeeded, he would have mastered the method of creating divinely bestowed spirit rings.

Yang Wudi surveyed the surrounding environment. The forest was indeed not a good place for communication. Not only were there the disturbances from spirit beasts, but there was also the possibility of a spirit master who had wandered in and overheard their conversation.

"Now that Ping An and Xiao Mo have both obtained their first spirit rings, it's time for us to head back." Yang Wudi looked at the sky and felt that this trip had gone exceptionally smoothly. In less than a day, they had found suitable spirit beasts, including a super spirit beast, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

Yang Wudi had a feeling of unreality. In the past, when he led a team to obtain a spirit ring, they would travel for several days in a cold and dusty state, and there was no guarantee that they could find a suitable spirit beast.

"Grandpa, please wait a little longer." Yang Ping'an looked at the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear on the ground, feeling somewhat unwilling that no soul bone had been produced.

Under the strange gazes of Yang Wudi and Yang Mo, Yang Ping'an unleashed the Soul-Shattering Spear, using the spear tip to slash through the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear's two paws and its only remaining right arm.

Yang Ping'an did not find a single bone that might be a soul bone, and after dissecting the entire bear's body, he found nothing unusual. Yang Ping'an was somewhat disappointed.

"Soul bones aren't that easy to obtain, otherwise they would be commonplace on the continent by now," Yang Wudi reassured Yang Ping'an, sensing his intention to dig out a soul bone.

"Well, I just did it on a whim." Yang Ping'an pursed his lips. Sure enough, the novels from his previous life were all lies. How could he possibly get an external soul bone every time he killed a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear?

Yang Ping'an thought to himself, "I'm definitely not the protagonist destined by fate. I don't have the protagonist's halo, and I can only make a living by cultivating on my own."

Yang Ping'an glanced at the two enormous bears on the ground, swung his gun to slice off their plump paws, and stored the meat in his soul tool to keep it fresh.

"Alright, it's getting late. We need to hurry and try to get back to the family before dark," Old Master Yang said with amusement. He saw Yang Ping'an's sulking behavior as just a child's immature nature.

Yang Ping'an followed Yang Wudi in a carriage propelled by the spirit beast Linjiao Horse, and they returned to the Po Clan's encampment before sunset.

Yang Ping'an took the four bear paws to the kitchen and asked them to prepare them. He asked them to keep one for himself and send the rest to Yang Wudi.

Yang Ping'an savored the braised bear paw prepared by the chef. It was chewy when it first entered the mouth, but became soft and glutinous when gently pressed. Yang Ping'an was very satisfied.

After finishing dinner and having the servants clear away the dishes, Yang Ping'an prepared to add the remaining soul rings to himself.

Yang Ping'an sat cross-legged on the bed, released his martial soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear, and used his divine sense to simulate the appearance of the first soul ring, constructing the basic structure of the Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear soul ring. Yang Ping'an then drew out the magic power within his body.

The model of the spirit ring, filled with magical power, was used to shape the entire spirit ring. Yang Ping'an guided the white spirit ring to fall onto the Soul-Breaking Spear. The white spirit ring shrank, adapting itself to the presence of the Soul-Breaking Spear.

Having completed this step, Yang Ping'an breathed a sigh of relief. He could now feel the connection between this spirit ring and his martial soul. Although its age was insufficient, its power was temporarily inferior to Yang Ping'an's first hundred-year spirit ring.

Yang Ping'an used his divine sense to maintain the structure of this ten-year soul ring, guiding the magic power in his body to continuously fill the space inside the soul ring, transforming it into a vast soul power.

As Yang Ping'an replenished his magical power, the scarce soul power within the space continued to increase, and the color of the soul ring changed from white to yellow.

Soon the color of this spirit ring changed to the same as the first spirit ring, and the age of the spirit ring also reached 454 years.

At this point, Yang Ping'an felt no pressure from the spirit ring. After a moment's thought, he continued to channel mana into the spirit ring, pushing its age to increase further.

The spirit ring's color deepened, a touch of purple appearing within the crystalline yellow ring, quickly covering the entire ring. Yang Ping'an didn't stop; his mana not only wasn't depleted, but it was also circulating autonomously, slowly and steadily increasing.

The purple color continued to deepen, and suddenly a black slash abruptly rendered the spirit ring into a pitch-black form, indicating that the age of this spirit ring had exceeded the limit of a ten-thousand-year-old spirit beast.

Under the onslaught of Yang Ping'an's powerful magic, the black color didn't last long. The vibrant crimson slowly but resolutely devoured the black, and the patterns on the spirit ring automatically multiplied and filled in. Yang Ping'an felt as if his magic power was like water flowing into the sea, breaching a sturdy dam and surging into a vast ocean.

Yang Ping'an's magical power transfer efficiency increased significantly. Soon, under the surging magical power, a dark golden pattern appeared on the blood-red soul ring. Two, three, ... eight, nine, a total of nine dark golden patterns depicted the posture of an unparalleled ferocious beast.

Yang Ping'an stopped channeling mana into his spirit rings. He sensed that further increasing their age would attract the attention of the God Realm. Although Yang Ping'an wasn't afraid of the so-called gods of the God Realm, he hadn't yet recovered to his peak. If he were besieged by the gods, he would have no choice but to flee.

Yang Ping'an looked at the blood-red soul ring on the Soul-Breaking Spear, which had nine dark gold patterns depicting a roaring dark gold dinosaur.

A wild, savage, and frenzied aura swept over us, and we could faintly hear a roar that shook the mountains and forests, as if we were facing a super ferocious beast that was nearly a million years old.

Yang Ping'an carefully sensed the soul skills of the 990,000-year-old Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear Soul Ring. Compared with the 100-year-old Soul Ring, the Sky-Splitting Strike was no longer limited to the tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear. Yang Ping'an could add the ultimate gold attribute to any part of the spear.

Moreover, after his spirit ring broke through 100,000 years, Yang Ping'an felt that his physical attributes had also greatly improved, and in terms of defense and strength, he could now rival the 10,000-year-old Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

Without using his divine sense or magical power, Yang Ping'an could defeat a typical Title Douluo without being seriously injured, relying solely on his physical abilities. Of course, if a Title Douluo was determined to escape, Yang Ping'an wouldn't be able to catch him without using other methods.