Qian Renshang's voice choked, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.
His voice was filled with helplessness and pain, like that of a lost child.
He knew deeply what it meant to accept the Crimson King as his soul ring; it was the Crimson King's final gift to him with his life, an incredibly heavy sacrifice and love.
Just then, the Crimson King's body emitted a faint light, a light that, though weak, was full of warmth and power.
This light seemed to be the Crimson King's last flame of life, burning its final light.
Qian Renshang knew that the Crimson King was urging him in this way, to realize its final value, to help him become stronger.
Qian Renshang clenched his teeth tightly, his hands clenched into fists due to extreme pain, his nails digging deep into his palms, drops of blood falling.
The blood stained his hands red, but it could not alleviate the pain in his heart.
"Absorb the Crimson King's spirit ring... This is the only thing he can do for you now.
He's been holding on until now for this."
In the end, it was Biji who took the initiative and suggested it.
They had lived together for hundreds of thousands of years, and even though spirit beasts are generally cold-blooded, they had a deep bond with the Crimson King.
"Absorb him, child..."
Xiong Jun said with difficulty.
"Take up his power... and then seek revenge!"
Wan Yao Wang added. The Titan Giant Ape and the Azure Bull Python remained silent.
Their eyes were filled with pain and helplessness, but also with expectation for Qian Renshang.
"Alright!"
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Renshang finally spoke with difficulty, his voice seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with pain and determination.
His tears had long since dried, leaving only unwavering resolve.
In the end, Qian Renshang chose to end the Crimson King's life without pain.
A blood-red spirit ring slowly appeared in the arena, dazzlingly red.
The blood-red spirit ring emitted a strong aura, as if carrying the power and will of the Crimson King's entire life.
Qian Renshang gazed at the soul ring, tears blurring his vision, his heart aching.
Bi Ji couldn't help but cover her face and weep, saying in a sorrowful voice,
"Red King..."
Her voice was filled with grief and reluctance, as if she had lost her closest loved one.
Xiong Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and his massive fist slammed heavily into the ground.
"Damn it!"
His voice was filled with anger and helplessness, and the earth trembled slightly at his rage.
Qian Renshang slowly raised his hand, trying to touch the spirit ring, but his fingers trembled slightly.
He took a deep breath, suppressing his inner grief, and prepared to absorb the spirit ring.
Qian Renshang stared at the blood-red spirit ring with a sorrowful expression, his face contorted with pain, every line filled with sorrow and determination.
The image of the Crimson King seemed to still be before his eyes, his former majesty and compassion intertwined, making Qian Renshang's heart feel as if it were being cut by a thousand sharp blades.
He slowly stretched out his hands, trembling as he approached the spirit ring that radiated powerful energy, as if touching the last warmth of the Crimson King.
The spirit ring seemed to still carry the warmth of the Crimson King, making his hands tremble slightly.
Qian Renshang took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions, but waves of sorrow washed over him, almost suffocating him.
However, he knew that only by absorbing this spirit ring and allowing the Crimson King's power to continue within him could he repay the Crimson King's sacrifice.
He gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and his spirit power slowly surged from his body, enveloping the blood-red spirit ring.
The spirit ring began to tremble slightly, as if resisting, or perhaps expressing its final reluctance.
Qian Renshang endured the excruciating pain from the depths of his soul, continuously increasing the output of his spirit power.
The pain was like ten thousand ants gnawing at his heart, causing his body to tremble violently, but his eyes remained steadfast.
As time passed, the spirit ring began to silently appear beneath him; this time, the fusion was surprisingly smooth!
At this moment, Qian Renshang's Golden Dragon King Martial Soul shone brightly, surrounded by eight dazzling spirit rings, vibrant in color and surging with power.
Eight red—this was the spirit ring configuration of his Golden Dragon King!
His Twelve-Winged Fallen Angel Martial Soul also exuded a mysterious aura, its eight spirit rings arranged in sequence, a blend of darkness and majesty.
Red, red, red, orange-gold, orange-gold, orange-gold, red, red!
This is the spirit ring configuration for his second spirit.
Originally, all his spirit rings were just shy of reaching 100,000 years in age, but Lucifer's final gift of power shattered that barrier.
At this moment, Qian Renshang's spirit rings are at least 100,000 years old!
Not only that, his soul power also successfully advanced to level 90 after absorbing the Crimson King's soul ring!
This means that he only needs to absorb one more soul ring to break through and become a Title Douluo!
This was truly an ascension, and it only took a few days.
However, the price of this advancement was enormous!
Qian Renshang stood there, his expression solemn and resolute.
He gazed at the blood-red soul ring left behind by the Crimson King, his heart filled with grief, yet he knew it was the Crimson King's final aid to him.
Seemingly sensing something, they all looked up at the sky.
In the distant horizon, a figure sped towards them like a shooting star.
Wherever that figure passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The sound was piercing and shrill, as if it would tear the entire sky apart.
Everyone looked closely and recognized it as Di Tian.
At this moment, Di Tian's expression was solemn and anxious, radiating a powerful and majestic aura.
And in his arms, he was carefully cradling a girl.
The girl had striking silver hair that cascaded down into Di Tian's arms like a waterfall.
The hair swayed gently in the breeze, shimmering with a mysterious luster, as if containing endless magic.
Her face was exquisite and beautiful, yet deathly pale; her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were still experiencing a painful nightmare in her sleep.
Her closed eyes and pale lips evoked pity.
Di Tian quickly approached, and everyone could see that the girl's brows were furrowed, her lips pale, as if she were enduring immense torment even in her unconscious state.
Her clothes were somewhat disheveled, with several tears revealing her fair skin stained with traces of blood, a heartbreaking sight.
The moment Di Tian landed, a gust of wind arose, dust billowing up.
He gently laid the girl flat on the ground, his eyes filled with concern and worry.
"My Lord!"
"My Lord!"
Upon recognizing the silver-haired girl's face, all the Beast Kings gasped in unison.
Who else could it be but their Lord, the Silver Dragon King Gu Yuena?
"Nana..." Qian Renshang rushed forward and scooped Gu Yuena up in his arms, his face filled with anxiety.
His gaze was fixed on Gu Yuena, as if the entire world had shrunk to her alone.
"Di Tian... what happened?"
Qian Renshang didn't even bother calling out to Uncle Di Tian; he was simply too frantic.
He could feel the severity of Gu Yuena's injuries!
Even her life force was draining away...
(End of Chapter)
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