Douluo Continent: All I Do Is Destroy Rings is Skill.

Chapter 136 Divine Blood Pool: Not Poison, But a Price

"I don't know what kind of soul beast the dragon corpse came from, but we found a blackish-purple torso soul bone and a blood-gold arm bone inside its body."

They were very ominous. Your great-grandmother felt dizzy and had a tightness in her chest just from staring at them. At that time, neither she nor I intended to try to integrate them.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient dragon's torso and right arm lit up with a shimmering starlight:

"But now both of these soul bones are on my body. The reason is the pool of blood in front of the dragon corpse. The pool of blood was overflowing with strong soul power and a special attraction. I sensed that my martial soul was eager to absorb it. At that time, I was young and ignorant, so I took a sip."

That one bite almost made me lose my focus and kill your great-grandmother! I'll never forget that intense hatred and murderous intent; it tried to control me to kill everyone I cared about!

"I don't know how I survived. At that time, just seeing your great-grandmother's fear of me made me feel suffocated and desperate. Two blurry figures were reflected in my mind."

When I woke up again, all I saw was her, lying on top of me, having not slept for several nights, and that piece of her torso had fused into my body.

Only then did I learn that this soul bone was actually thirty-five thousand years old, and that the dragon in its previous life was a ferocious beast!

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of lingering fear appeared on Gu Long's face, and Ning Wuque saw for the first time in his deep eyes the look of lingering fear in him.

At this point, Ning Wuque had already roughly guessed where the ancient dragon had ended up.

The Killing City, destroyed by Tang San's Snow Swan Kiss ten thousand years ago, left behind a pool of blood mixed with deadly poison that gathered in a corner of the world.

But why the Bloody Mary, tainted by the kiss of the snow-white swan, didn't directly poison the ancient dragon at the time, and why there was something that seemed to be influenced by the Rakshasa God, Ning Wuque didn't know.

As for who saved Gu Long, it could be his own subconscious, or perhaps a deity.

Ning Wuque didn't know, and he couldn't have imagined it either. The most likely explanation was that the two of them were hopelessly infatuated.

"What happened next was quite simple. Although the blood in that blood pool could increase the speed of soul power cultivation, improve my aptitude, and even benefit my martial soul, it was addictive. Even if I pushed myself to the limit, I still needed to drink a sip once a year."

And so I cultivated until I reached the Title Douluo level. The poisonous blood in my body accumulated more and more, to the point that I couldn't even cultivate without it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been stuck at level 93 at the age of ninety, even after having two 100,000-year soul rings, two 100,000-year soul bones, and one soul bone over 300,000 years old.

"Success and failure both stemmed from the Blood Pool." At this point, Gu Long glanced at Ning Tian, ​​then began to recount the story's conclusion:

"After your great-grandmother died, in order to protect our Ning family and our sect, I went to cultivate in that blood pool under the pretext of seclusion."

I frantically absorbed the poisonous blood inside to boost my cultivation. Before breaking through to level 98, I couldn't even feel any bottleneck at all!

However, the price was high. Absorbing large amounts of blood from the blood pool drove me insane. Fortunately, my torso bone absorbed most of the pressure, acting like an unfilled pool absorbing the negative effects of the blood pool.

"But the pool will eventually overflow. I wondered if that right arm bone had the same effect. No, it didn't. It was just an ordinary 100,000-year-old soul bone. Maybe it was swallowed by the dragon corpse before it died and couldn't be digested."

But at that time, I was only a hair's breadth away from level ninety-eight, and I was unwilling to accept it! So I used a secret technique of my ancient clan to guide the corruption into my ninth soul ring, letting it bear the burden for me!

Ning Wuque knew what this secret technique was. In addition to the Bone Dragon Martial Soul, the Gu family also had other evil Martial Souls related to bones, such as the "Bone Bear," "Bone Tiger," "Skull General," and "Wraith Skull."

To resist the urge to devour living beings and their bones, the Gu family has a secret technique passed down for ten thousand years. This technique allows them to transfer the urge to their spirit rings, which then bear the burden of the urge. The capacity of the spirit ring is directly related to its age.

This secret technique is related to the soul and is a relatively rare, exclusive technique.

The advantage is that one can cultivate normally, but the disadvantage is that when using the soul ring that bears one's evil thoughts, there is a high probability of being backfired. After being possessed by the martial soul, one loses oneself and can only recover after the possession state is lifted.

"I did not underestimate that evil thought. In any case, my ninth soul ring was only taken from an ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beast, whose soul skills were far inferior to my Body Thousand Bones, so I chose it."

As you've all seen, my ninth spirit ring has undergone an incomplete mutation. Even its spirit skill has changed, becoming incredibly powerful and perfectly suited to me! The only price, I can only say, is that every time I use this spirit ring, I have to kill someone to quench my thirst.

Nine spirit rings pulsed upwards around the ancient dragon, and he reached out to touch the pitch-black color of the ninth spirit ring:

"When I successfully broke through to level ninety-eight, the poisonous blood accumulated in my body made my cultivation completely impossible to advance, and I could no longer make any progress even when absorbing the poisonous blood from the blood pool."

Even today, I still can't shake the addiction to the poison, and it's even gotten from once a year to three times a year. Now, all it brings me is pain, madness, and sorrow. I don't know how much longer I can endure it—maybe another fifty years? A hundred years? I don't know.

[What your great-grandfather absorbed must have been mortal matter imbued with divinity; its benefits and drawbacks both carried a trace of extraordinary characteristics. Therefore, it wasn't actually poison, but rather a price to pay.]

After listening to all this, Electrolux silently analyzed to Ning Wuque that sometimes the price is more terrifying than a curse or poison, because there is almost no possibility of eliminating them!

At least in Electrolux's memory, there was no way to undo this cost; it was like a flaw in the heavens that would accompany a person throughout their life.

"Old Yi, you said... could that blood pool be...?"

【Um? 】

Electrolux's eyes widened as it looked at Ning Wuque with disbelief, never expecting the little guy's ideas to be so imaginative!

After thinking for a moment, he nodded:

[It's worth a try; perhaps I can find a way to offset the cost to your great-grandfather.]

Upon hearing Electrolux's reply, Ning Wuque in reality smiled and turned to Gu Long, saying:

"Great-grandfather, could you please take Wuque to that blood pool later? I have an idea; if successful, it might lead to a way to remove the poison from your blood!"

"Okay, but unless you convince me, I won't let you touch that poisonous blood! Focusing on your cultivation is more important than anything else."

"Wuque understands."