Ling Feng walked up to him and nodded.

"Level 90 peak, torso bones, Mountain Dragon King's."

Di Tian's gaze fell on Ling Feng's chest, where a ball of earth-gold light was slowly flowing, heavy and steady.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Mountain Dragon King, one of the most powerful dragon kings under the Dragon God, who holds the power over the earth."

I believed its dragon soul had long since dissipated.

Ling Feng looked at Di Tian.

"It has been waiting."

Di Tian didn't ask what he was waiting for, because he knew he was waiting for someone who could fulfill his last wish, someone who could give those withered bones in Dragon Valley a proper burial.

He turned and walked toward the Lake of Life.

"The Lord is waiting for you."

Ling Feng followed Di Tian for two days and one night, finally returning to the Lake of Life.

The lake remained as calm as a mirror, reflecting the starry sky, with a light mist floating on its surface.

Gu Yuena stood on the lake, her long silver hair reaching her ankles. Her golden vertical pupils looked at Ling Feng, at his earth-gold hands, at the swirling light on his chest, and at his calm and steady aura.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"The skeleton of the Mountain Dragon King?"

Gu Yuena asked.

Ling Feng nodded.

"The hundred-day burial of the dragon, the 3,672 dragon skeletons, all done with one pair of hands."

Gu Yuena remained silent for a moment, her golden vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

"The bones of the Mountain Dragon King contain the power of the earth's authority."

It can elevate your defense to an unimaginable level.

She paused, then asked, "Did you absorb it?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Absorbed."

Gu Yuena looked at him for a long time, then slowly asked, "What level is your soul power now?"

Ling Feng looked at her.

"Peak of level 90".

Gu Yuena fell silent again.

She turned around, walked to the lakeside, and stood with her back to Ling Feng.

The moonlight shone on her long silver hair, like a waterfall.

She stood there for a long time, so long that the mist on the lake dissipated and then gathered again, gathered and then dissipated again.

"What about your ninth spirit ring?"

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft.

Ling Feng remained silent.

If the eighth spirit ring takes 500,000 years, how many years will it take to get the ninth spirit ring?

Six hundred thousand, seven hundred thousand, or eight hundred thousand?

he does not know.

Gu Yuena didn't know either.

Even Di Tian didn't know.

Gu Yuena turned around and looked at Ling Feng.

"I have no way to help you condense your ninth soul ring."

Your foundation is too solid, your body is too strong, and your martial spirit is too powerful.

My primal power is no longer sufficient.

She paused, then said, "Unless Di Tian offers a sacrifice to you."

His cultivation period is close to a million years, and his spirit rings are enough to become your ninth spirit ring.

But he will not offer sacrifices, and I will not allow him to offer sacrifices.

Di Tian did not speak, but stood by the lake with his hands behind his back.

Ling Feng remained silent for a moment.

"Besides Senior Di Tian, ​​who else can give me my ninth spirit ring?"

Gu Yuena looked at him, her golden vertical pupils filled with complex emotions.

There's no one left.

I can't think of anyone else who is worthy of your ninth spirit ring.

Perhaps there are, but I do not know.

Ling Feng suddenly raised his head.

A glint flashed in his eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, or like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood.

"The Eye of Ice and Fire".

Ling Feng's voice was somewhat hurried, "Ice Dragon King, Crimson Flame, and Frost."

They are still alive, and their cultivation period is more than a million years.

Their spirit rings could definitely become my ninth spirit ring.

Gu Yuena's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ice Dragon King, Fire Dragon King, Crimson Flame, Frost.

They are indeed divine-level soul beasts, with cultivation levels far exceeding one million years.

Their spirit rings are indeed worthy of Ling Feng's ninth spirit ring.

But would they offer sacrifices?

They are the spirits of ancient dragon kings, retaining their will from their previous lives. They no longer have physical bodies, only a wisp of remnant souls, clinging to life in the special environment of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

"They were reduced to mere remnants of their souls."

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft, "Their spirit rings may have already dissipated."

Ling Feng looked at her.

"It has not dissipated."

They are still alive.

I've seen them. They promised me I'd go find them when I reached level 90.

Gu Yuena fell silent.

She turned around and looked at the lake.

Under the moonlight, the lake surface shimmered, as if sprinkled with shattered silver.

She stared for a long time, so long that Di Tian couldn't help but speak up.

"My lord, perhaps we should give it a try."

Di Tian's voice was calm, "The Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King are among the most powerful dragon kings under the Dragon God, and their soul rings are of extremely high quality."

"If they are willing to sacrifice themselves, the Holy Son's ninth spirit ring can solve the problem."

"By then, our grand plan may be realized."

Gu Yuena did not answer.

She was thinking, thinking about Crimson Flame and Frost, thinking about the scene when they fell, thinking about their last look as they sank into the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

"it is good.

I'll go with you.

Gu Yuena's voice was very soft.

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly.

"Senior, are you leaving the Star Dou Great Forest?"

Gu Yuena looked at him.

"I cannot leave for too long, but I can still make a trip to the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire."

"I need to see for myself whether Crimson Flame and Frost are still willing to offer sacrifices."

Di Tian stepped forward.

"My lord, I will accompany you."

Gu Yuena shook her head.

"You stay in the Starry Sky Forest and take good care of the home."

Di Tian opened his mouth, then clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Your subordinate obeys."

Gu Yuena walked up to Ling Feng, her long silver hair fluttering in the night wind, her golden vertical pupils staring at him.

"Let's go."

Ling Feng nodded.

The two took to the air, transforming into a streak of silvery-white light, and flew towards the Sunset Forest.

At the edge of the Starry Sky Forest, there is a dense thicket of bushes.

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