Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 43 Ascension to Spirit
The short break just now made Lin Xiao think about many things. The biggest difference between the disciples who had gone through the soul-raising ceremony and other disciples, besides the incomplete soul, was the age of their soul rings.

Among the core disciples of the Holy Spirit Sect, none had a first spirit ring that was a hundred years old; the worst was a purple spirit ring. He had originally thought the Holy Spirit Sect had some secret method to increase the age of spirit rings, but now he realized it was actually this spirit-raising ritual.

Why didn't the Holy Servant No. 6 need a sacrifice, and why did Sleepy Nightmare Douluo take him to the Star Dou Great Forest to capture soul beasts?
That's because the ascension ceremony that Holy Servant No. 6 experienced was not complete. To be precise, she only experienced brainwashing, but what Lin Xiao experienced at this time was the real ascension.

Those ten-thousand-year soul beasts, whether it was the Ghost-Faced Owl or the black cat, were more or less related to death. In other words, they shared similarities with Lin Xiao's martial spirit. Another function of the Spirit Ascension Ritual was to forcibly increase the age of a soul master's spirit rings by sacrificing soul beasts.

The people of the Holy Spirit Church said that the ascension ceremony would make the disciples extremely powerful, and this was also the reason.

Unfortunately, even after figuring these things out, Lin Xiao no longer had much time to think about the spirit ring.

He was indeed lucky enough, as although he had lost those ten thousand year soul beasts, he had gained a hundred thousand ghost-faced owls in exchange for upgrading his soul rings. However, he was also quite unfortunate, as the power of the hundred thousand year soul beasts surged into his body, causing far more pain than the ten thousand year soul beasts.

Coupled with the constantly torn soul, Lin Xiao felt that his consciousness was slowly fading, and the sea of ​​​​spiritual sea was gradually collapsing...

A slight sound of wind woke Lin Xiao up. He opened his eyes slightly and saw a strange yet familiar place in front of him.

It felt strange because he had never been here before, and familiar because his martial soul, the red spider lily, was growing all around his feet.

Looking up, a small path is faintly visible in a sea of ​​flowers.

He subconsciously raised his legs and walked forward. Figures gradually appeared beside him. Perhaps they were former disciples of the Holy Spirit Church, or perhaps they were passers-by whom he had only met once. They accompanied him as he slowly moved forward on this small path.

The breeze brought by the corner of his clothes made the red spider lilies on both sides sway slightly. They watched Lin Xiao walk by quietly, just like he had watched those wisps of residual souls passing by him quietly.

Until the sound of the river came from my ears.

A small river appeared ahead of him, its end unknown, flowing endlessly. Lin Xiao took a step forward, and two faces were reflected in the clear water.

"Here..." Lin Xiao's voice carried far away in the breeze, "I've sent so many people to the other side. It seems that today, it's my turn."

"No, it's not that time yet."

Lin Xiao looked up suddenly. This wasn't some unfamiliar place; it was clearly his own spiritual sea. The sea of ​​flowers had vanished, leaving only a wilderness before him. But even though it was shaky, it still stood firm.

"Boom-"

Something seemed to crack, causing his heart to skip a beat. It seemed as if something was breathing beneath this wilderness.

"Boom-"

The same sound echoed again, and Lin Xiao felt as if struck by lightning. His body trembled violently, and something warm seemed to flow from his nostrils and mouth. And within this spiritual sea, the calm ground suddenly began to bulge, and branches and leaves sprouted from it.

"Boom-"

The third voice, Lin Xiao already knew what was going to happen next...

Beside the blood pool, Nightmare Douluo's eyes widened. Amidst the surrounding crimson light, Lin Xiao's first spirit ring shattered, and immediately afterward, a jet-black spirit ring formed, replacing the first. Then came the second, third, fourth…

Even the fifth soul ring, which was originally a ten thousand year soul ring, became darker in color.

Black, black, black, black, black.

He was only a Soul King, and his soul power level hadn't changed at all. But when the five pitch-black soul rings kept rhythmically moving around Lin Xiao, even Sleepy Nightmare Douluo could vaguely sense a powerful aura brewing in his body.

It’s not that Sleepy Nightmare Douluo hasn’t seen first soul rings that are ten thousand years old. The first soul ring of Ye Xishui, the supreme leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, is black.

But what is Ye Xishui's cultivation level?
The Lin Xiao in front of him is just a Soul King. Even if his body is strong, the age of the soul rings he can withstand is only about 30,000 years. How can he withstand five ten-thousand-year soul rings?
Even because the sacrifice was a hundred thousand year soul beast, his five ten thousand year soul rings were not just comparable to the soul rings that had just entered the ten thousand year mark.

Yes, how can I bear it?
Perhaps Lin Xiao himself didn't know. When he realized that his spirit rings were shattering one after another and something was constantly pouring into his body, he only wanted to absorb as much power as possible.

He didn't know how much he had absorbed, nor did he know that even his first soul ring had turned black. He only knew that he had to improve his strength as much as possible.

He no longer wanted to experience the panic he felt as the Spirit Ascension Ceremony drew closer, the powerlessness he felt before a Titled Douluo. He had long understood that in this world, strength was the foundation of everything.

As for the pain in his body? He seemed to have become somewhat numb.

The liquid in the blood pool was gradually becoming shallower, but Lin Xiao's aura was getting stronger and stronger. Sleepy Nightmare Douluo felt a little frightened and would turn his head to look at the almost extinguished candle from time to time.

Although they were in name only, Sleeping Nightmare Douluo knew his attitude towards Lin Xiao. With the talent Lin Xiao had displayed, his position in the sect might even surpass his own in the future. Perhaps this was the only person he could rely on.

Time passed minute by minute, and it seemed like a very long time had passed. Even Sleepy Nightmare Douluo just felt his body stiffen a little.

At this moment, the candlelight in the air suddenly lit up, then slowly rose close to the top of the stone chamber, merging into the residual souls that were constantly "praising" the Holy Emperor.

Sleepy Nightmare Douluo lowered his head and saw Lin Xiao standing beside the completely dried-up pool of blood, wearing only a cloak and bowing slightly towards him.

"teacher."

"Okay, okay." A smile finally appeared on Sleepy Nightmare Douluo's face, and he said yes repeatedly, "Now that the ceremony is complete, you are the true Holy Emissary of our Holy Cult. I will take you to see the Cult Master."

"Yes."

Lin Xiao had an indifferent expression and uttered a word calmly.

Seeing his attitude, Sleepy Nightmare Douluo was not surprised. He took out a token, and as his soul power surged, a stone door appeared in front of him again, and then he stepped in.

Before leaving the stone chamber, Lin Xiao looked back at the candle hanging above, and Long Xiaoyao's words before entering the stone chamber rang in his ears again.

Even the Ultimate Douluo Long Xiaoyao had some things he accidentally overlooked, let alone the Nightmare Douluo?
(End of this chapter)