Douluo Continent: Targeted Thoughts, Winning Over Bibi Dong at the Start

Qin Heng stood by the spring, took a deep breath, then deftly took off his outer garment and leaped directly into the confluence of the ice and fire spring waters.

Upon entering the spring, Qin Heng couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

That feeling can only be described as "like a fish in water".

The fiery power of the spring water flowed into the body through the pores, guided by the medicinal power of the fiery apricot, flowing through the limbs and bones, nourishing every inch of the meridians.

The icy power of the cold spring seeped in along another path, where it was harmonized by the medicinal properties of the eight-cornered ice grass into a gentle stream, soothing the heat brought by the fire spring.

Two completely opposite forces intertwined and collided within his body, yet achieved a perfect balance under the mediation of the Ice and Fire Dragon King's Reverse Scale.

Qin Heng closed his eyes and slowly circulated the Pure Yang Limitless Skill, beginning to frantically absorb the ice and fire energy in the spring water.

Time slipped away quietly during my seclusion.

Qin Heng was completely immersed in cultivation, forgetting everything in the outside world.

His body was like a dried-up sponge, greedily absorbing the almost tangible energy from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire.

Under the impact of this enormous energy, the bottleneck of the level 68 peak began to show fine cracks.

Finally, on the twenty-eighth day of seclusion, a powerful surge of soul energy erupted from the Ice-Fire Spring, dispersing most of the mist rising from its surface.

Qin Heng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming. The soul power within him surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam, roaring and surging through his meridians.

Level 69! He broke through.

Qin Heng felt the surge of soul power within his body, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Level 69, just one step away from becoming a Soul Saint.

However, he did not rush to continue his attempt to reach level 70. Instead, he stood up from the spring and prepared to take a short rest.

Just then, a beam of white light flew in from outside the valley and landed on his shoulder.

It was a messenger spirit beast with a letter tied to its leg. Qin Heng took the letter, unfolded it, and his smile deepened.

The letter was written by Qian Renxue.

"Xiao Heng, Grandpa is back. He had a great haul on this voyage. He found a total of twenty mermaid tears for me, including a golden one. Grandpa said that it's a royal tear that only royalty can shed, and it contains spiritual power far exceeding that of ordinary mermaid tears."

Grandpa said that once I refine all these mermaid tears, my spiritual power will be comparable to a Title Douluo. I've already started my secluded refinement; you should do your best too.

Twenty mermaid tears, and one royal tear.

After reading the letter, Qin Heng couldn't help but shake his head, sighing that Qian Daoliu truly doted on this granddaughter to the core.

Mermaid tears are extremely rare. For an ordinary person, finding one or two is already incredibly lucky. Yet Qian Daoliu managed to acquire twenty in one go, even getting his hands on royal tears.

Only an invincible Limit Douluo could pull off such a feat.

With Qian Renxue's talent, it would probably take her about half a year to refine these twenty mermaid tears.

By then, her mental strength will have reached the level of a Title Douluo, making it more than enough to contract with a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

"Six months!" Qin Heng muttered to himself, a sharp glint in his eyes. "I need to speed things up too."

He carefully put the letter away, then jumped back into the icy-fire spring and began a new round of ascetic practice.

This time, Qin Heng's cultivation was even more frenzied.

The transition from level 69 to level 70 is the final hurdle for a Soul Emperor to advance to the Soul Saint realm.

This threshold is far more difficult than any previous breakthrough, because it is not just about accumulating soul power, but also a qualitative leap.

The Soul Saint realm possesses a Martial Soul True Body, which is the watershed for Soul Masters to advance from the high level to the top. Countless talented Soul Masters are stuck at this step and cannot cross it in their entire lives.

But Qin Heng was different.

He possesses the ultimate fire martial soul, has consumed two great immortal herbs, has the reverse scale of the Ice and Fire Dragon King, and cultivates in the unique Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye in the world.

These conditions combined are enough to drive any Soul Master mad with envy.

Time passed day by day.

Qin Heng sat cross-legged in the Ice and Fire Spring, motionless like a statue.

His body seemed to have turned into a bottomless pit, frantically devouring all the energy around him.

The red power of the fire spring and the blue power of the cold spring formed a huge vortex around him. The two forces coiled and swirled like two giant dragons, continuously pouring into his body.

One month, two months, three months.

The Lion Douluo stood at the edge of the valley, looking at the figure in the spring water, his eyes filled with shock.

He served in the Spirit Hall for decades and had seen countless geniuses, but he had never seen anyone cultivate for so long in such an extreme environment.

The ice and fire power in that spring water was something even a level 98 Title Douluo like him wouldn't dare to touch easily, yet Qin Heng was able to stay in it for months at a time, which was simply unbelievable.

"As expected of the person who defeated Tang Hao." Lion Douluo sighed softly, a hint of something indescribable flashing in his eyes.

By the fourth month, Qin Heng's soul power had accumulated to a terrifying level.

Under his relentless assault, the bottleneck of reaching the peak of level 69 finally began to loosen. He could feel that the insurmountable barrier that had blocked countless Soul Masters was cracking little by little.

On this day, the sky above the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire suddenly changed color. Countless clouds gathered from all directions in the originally clear sky, forming a huge vortex above the valley.

The ice and fire spring water began to surge violently, and red and blue lights shot into the sky, dyeing the entire valley a magnificent purplish-red.

Lion Douluo suddenly stood up, staring at the scene in shock.

He sensed a powerful, suffocating surge of soul energy erupting from the spring. The sheer intensity of the surge even made this Title Douluo feel a pang of fear.

In the spring, Qin Heng suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were red and blue, as if the spring water, which contained both ice and fire, was reflected in them.

His soul power erupted like a volcano, and the bottleneck that had blocked him for months shattered at that moment.

Level 70!

Qin Heng looked up at the sky and roared, the sound soaring into the clouds like a dragon's cry, shattering most of the swirling clouds in the sky.

The ice and fire spring water exploded around him, splashing water columns dozens of meters high, and red and blue water droplets intertwined in the air to form a dazzling curtain of light.

After a long while, everything returned to calm.

Qin Heng slowly emerged from the spring, his muscles flowing smoothly and powerfully, with faint red and blue patterns swirling on his skin, a symbol of the perfect balance between ice and fire within him.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging, almost uncontrollable soul power within him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

At level 70, he was only one spirit ring away from becoming a Soul Saint.

The Lion Douluo strode forward, a look of satisfaction on his face, and said, "Xiao Heng, congratulations on breaking through to level seventy!"

"It was just a fluke. Grandpa Lion, could you help me prepare some food? I'll adjust my condition and then prepare to condense my seventh spirit ring on my own."

"Condensing a spirit ring on its own? How is that possible!" Lion Douluo asked in astonishment.

Qin Heng smiled and said, "Grandpa Lion, I had some special opportunities when I fought Tang Hao, which allowed me to condense a soul ring that suits me."

After listening to Qin Heng's words, Lion Douluo said no more and turned to prepare food.

A moment later, Lion Douluo brought back two hundred-year-old Soft Bone Rabbits and a hundred-year-old Tree Heart Deer, and personally cooked barbecue for Qin Heng.

After eating and drinking his fill and adjusting his condition, Qin Heng sat cross-legged and began to condense his seventh spirit ring.

During his battle with Tang Hao, the Asura God used the Killing God Domain to unleash a wisp of divine power, intending to use Tang Hao to eliminate this "anomaly".

However, the Asura God never expected that Qin Heng was wearing the Asura Armor, which, due to its special sealing power, could restrain divine power.

In that battle, Tang Hao's God of Slaughter Domain was devoured by the Asura Armor, and half of the divine power that descended also fell into Qin Heng's hands.

This wisp of Asura divine power is the foundation of Qin Heng's self-condensed soul ring.

However, while divine power is indeed precious, the Asura God's will contained within it is a huge hidden danger.

If the will of the Asura God is not erased from this half-wisp of divine power before it is used rashly, something bad might happen.

With a thought, Qin Heng instantly covered his entire body with the Asura Armor. He closed his eyes and sank his mental energy into the deepest part of the armor.

There, a wisp of dark red divine power was quietly suspended. It was only as thick as a hair, yet it exuded a terrifying pressure that made one's heart tremble.

The oppressive aura contained boundless killing intent, as if a thousand armies were roaring in one's ears and mountains of corpses and seas of blood were surging before one's eyes.

Just by getting close to it, Qin Heng felt his spiritual sea being stirred and churned by an invisible force.

This is the power of the gods. Even a tiny wisp of divine power is enough to suffocate any powerful being in the mortal realm.

But Qin Heng was not afraid at all. With a thought, the dark red patterns on the Asura Armor suddenly lit up, and a powerful sealing force surged out from the armor, wrapping the Asura divine power around it like countless chains.

"Buzz!" As if sensing danger, the Asura Divine Power suddenly erupted with a dazzling red light, and a violent will surged out from it.

He gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to activate the sealing power of the Asura Armor, layering it on top of that wisp of divine power.

The sealing power slowly turned like a millstone, grinding away bit by bit at the Asura God's will within the divine power. This process was extremely slow, consuming Qin Heng's mental energy every single second.

But he wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of patience.

Qin Heng sat cross-legged by the Ice and Fire Spring like a statue, neither eating nor drinking, neither moving nor shaking.

His entire being was focused on the Asura Armor, manipulating the sealing power to wage a silent tug-of-war with the will of the Asura God.

On the seventh day, cracks began to appear in the will of the Asura God.

On the fourteenth day, the will of the Asura God let out a final, unwilling roar, and then shattered like broken glass.

On the fifteenth day, Qin Heng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze flashing with a sharp light.

In his spiritual perception, that wisp of Asura divine power had completely changed its appearance. The original dark red light had faded, replaced by a wisp of pure golden essence.

It was no longer violent, no longer cold, but like a warm, liquid ray of sunlight, quietly suspended within the seal of the Asura Armor.

The will of the Asura God was completely obliterated, leaving only the purest source of divine power.

A satisfied smile appeared on Qin Heng's lips. Without a moment's delay, he immediately began the next step.

The spring water of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well surged violently under the guidance of his will.

The red fire spring and the blue cold spring gushed out simultaneously, the two completely opposite energies intertwining and swirling in the air, transforming into a red and blue beam of light that shot straight into the Asura Armor.

Under his control, the power of ice and fire was like the most exquisite embroidery needle, stitching together the source of divine power with the energy of heaven and earth.

Time passed second by second, and after an unknown amount of time, a soft light suddenly appeared before Qin Heng's eyes.

It was a spirit ring. It was originally just a small white halo that floated in front of Qin Heng, emitting a faint light.

Qin Heng activated the spirit ring and put it on himself. The next moment, its color began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The white gradually deepened, turning into pale yellow.

The yellow gradually deepened, turning into a dark yellow.

The deep yellow turned into light purple, the light purple turned into deep purple, and the deep purple turned into black.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, this spirit ring transcended the boundaries of ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, and ten thousand years, becoming a black spirit ring representing the ten thousand-year level.

But this is just the beginning.

Qin Heng took a deep breath and continued to absorb the soul ring. Soon, the soul ring changed from being as black as ink to faintly tinged with dark red.

That faint red hue was initially barely visible, like a glimmer of light on the horizon before dawn.

But as time went on, it grew brighter and brighter, eventually radiating a vivid, blood-red light on the surface of the black spirit ring.

A 100,000-year soul ring!

Lion Douluo stared wide-eyed, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

A spirit ring that started as white actually transformed into a blood-red spirit ring of 100,000 years in just over an hour? This completely overturned his understanding of spirit rings!

However, Qin Heng knew that 100,000 years was not his limit, so he continued to grit his teeth and persevere.

110,000 years.

120,000 years.

150,000 years.

180,000 years.

The lifespan of the spirit rings continued to increase, eventually stopping at 180,000 years.

Qin Heng's body was now covered with cracks, and even with his physique tempered by immortal herbs, he felt a tearing pain.

His meridians were trembling, his bones were groaning, and every inch of his muscle was enduring unimaginable impact; clearly, he had reached his limit.

Qin Heng sighed. With his level 70 physique, was he still unable to absorb a soul ring of a ferocious beast level?

The lifespan of the spirit rings was now fixed and fitted onto the Asura Armor.

With the absorption of the seventh spirit ring, Qin Heng's body began to undergo tremendous changes.

The bones became harder and denser, the meridians were widened by nearly double, and the power contained in the muscles increased several times over.

Most importantly, his mental strength broke through again at this moment, leaping from the level of 97 Super Douluo to the level of 98.