Chapter 34: Bearing the Bloodline of a Soul Beast

Within the mental sea, black-gold mist swirled infinitely. Peeling back layer after layer, Wang Dong sat cross-legged at the center, a yellow and a purple spirit ring expanding and contracting around him.

Just then, a white aura appeared within Wang Dong’s body, intertwining with the surrounding black mist. On that yellow spirit ring, flashes of black-purple lightning began to emerge.

The God of Evil appeared just in time to witness this scene. After confirming what Wang Dong was doing, he chuckled softly: "This kid! He truly is worthy of being the one I have chosen."

He leaned back, a chair manifesting behind him, and closed his eyes to rest.

When he opened them again, Wang Dong’s original first spirit ring—a yellow century-level one—had already transformed into a purple thousand-year spirit ring. There wasn't even much pain visible on his face.

Seeing that the absorption was nearly complete, the God of Evil asked, "Why hide in here to absorb it? Why not do it outside?"

Wang Dong did not stop his movements, his eyes still closed. "Someone drugged me. I have to pretend for a while; it’s the perfect time to upgrade my spirit ring."

Upgrade a spirit ring?

The God of Evil pondered for a moment. He lifted a hand—distinctly knuckled yet unnaturally fair—and a golden thread silently flew toward Wang Dong.

Although Wang Dong sensed the thread, he subconsciously felt that it posed no threat, so he did not stop it.

The moment the golden thread made contact, the God of Evil looked up sharply. "You have the bloodline of a spirit beast?" He paused, then continued, "At least half of it."

*Thump.*

"A spirit beast?"

The sound of his own heartbeat was exceptionally clear in this quiet space. This was the first time Wang Dong had heard anything related to his heritage. He spoke subconsciously, "What kind of spirit beast?" His pitch rose, his words quickening.

The God of Evil was stunned for a moment, then replied, "I cannot accurately determine that either."

"Thank you." Wang Dong realized he had been a bit too excited.

Only when the quality of a parent's martial spirit is similar can twin martial spirits be inherited. One side of his parents must have come from the Clear Sky School, while the other side, he surmised, should possess a butterfly-type martial spirit.

Thinking of this, Wang Dong had a rough idea. Perhaps, in this era ten thousand years in the past, he might even be able to find his father or mother.

The God of Evil looked at the young boy across from him, whose lips were curling into an irrepressible smile, and felt a faint sense of joy.

After roughly estimating the time, Wang Dong looked at the God of Evil and asked, "Is there something you wanted today?"

"Nothing at all. Just wandering around, and checking on my successor," the God of Evil said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh, then I’m leaving."

With that, Wang Dong left the mental sea without looking back, entirely unconcerned about the God of Evil lingering in his domain.

The God of Evil felt the aura vanish.