During absorption, most Spirit Masters could only sit passively, waiting for their spirit rings to take form.They could not comprehend the bloodline power hidden behind each ability.
But now, Dugu Feng could clearly sense the dual essence of ice and fire coursing through him.
He had spent over half a year within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, refining cold poison day and night.He understood the nature of cold poison better than anyone.
The Scorpion Claw external bone had grown stronger than ever. It was more than twice its former power. Even the Eight Spider Lances had begun adapting to fire poison, gradually merging fire attributes into their structure.
Now, the Scarlet-Eyed Ice Toad's spirit ring—its dual bloodline of ice and fire—circulated endlessly within him, intertwining and clashing, until a dark halo formed around his body, pulsing rhythmically.
That was the sign of the spirit ring condensing.
Dugu Feng could suddenly feel the true power of the Scarlet-Eyed Ice Toad.
It was an ice-type spirit beast. But its cold poison's potency came from the stimulus of fire within its eyes.Not the harmony of ice and fire—But fire tempering ice,fire enhancing cold poison to its most terrifying limit.
Such an astonishing bloodline!
As Dugu Feng realized this truth, his fourth spirit ring finally solidified.
Four rings—yellow, purple, purple, black—rose and fell around him in brilliant sequence.
He had stepped into the Spirit Ancestor realm. His level?Forty-three!
That powerful ring energy had elevated him three entire levels in one go. Of course, much of that was the delayed eruption of the two immortal herbs he had absorbed earlier.
Before consuming the herbs, he had been level thirty-six.Half a year of cultivation brought him to forty. The leftover medicinal essence now pushed him straight to forty-three.
To think that even Tang San, after gaining a ten-thousand-year ring, had only reached level forty-one.Advancement after Spirit Ancestor was slow and arduous.For Dugu Feng to rise three levels was an incredible feat.
And his foundation remained rock solid.
Such steady, step-by-step growth filled him with satisfaction. If one wished to go far and climb high, every aspect, whether body, mind, or soul, they had to progress together.Not just raw spirit power!
Dugu Feng could confidently say that his understanding of spirit skills, of cold and fire poison, had already surpassed most Spirit Masters on the continent.
That comprehension—that foundation—would be the key to one day reaching Title Douluo.
Yet the evolution within his body was not over.
A deeper change had only just begun.
The fusion of venoms.
Four-Colored Venom Fusion—the final step before the legendary Tyrant Venom!
Even his father, Dugu Shuo, had only reached the Four-Colored stage. But that alone could conceal one's presence even from Title Douluo-level spiritual probes.
Such was its power!
Now, the mixed poison formed by his first three spirit rings began merging with the cold poison from the Scarlet-Eyed Ice Toad.Ripples spread around him, visible waves distorting the air.
Between his brows, four hues—purple, green, gray, and blue—flickered in unstable rhythm.
The lights dimmed and flared, flickered and waned—If he could not endure, those lights would go out forever.And so would his life.
Agony flooded him. It came from everywhere—flesh, blood, spirit sea, bones—pain so deep it defied description.The poison gnawed through every cell of his being!
A trial beyond endurance.
Dugu Feng gritted his teeth until blood filled his mouth.If even with all he had gained he couldn't condense Four-Colored Venom, then no one ever could.
His skin shifted colors—pale blue, ghostly white, faint green light seeping beneath the surface.
After a long, grueling struggle, a halo like a shifting rainbow began to flow beneath his skin.The pain slowly ebbed away.
He had adapted.
Two days passed before everything stilled.Dugu Feng slowly opened his eyes.
The two Emerald Dragon Serpents circled him in delight, their bodies coiling like ribbons of jade light.He reached out, letting them coil back around his wrists.
Then he stood—and froze as a cool breeze brushed over him.
He looked down.
…Right. His clothes had been reduced to ash during the absorption.
"Good thing no one's watching."
He retrieved a new spirit master uniform from his storage tool and put it on, feeling refreshed.
When he looked again toward the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, he felt something new—a sense of kinship, of recognition. He understood immediately: his mastery over cold poison had deepened immensely.
The Scarlet-Eyed Ice Toad's bloodline had elevated him beyond expectation.
He instantly activated Spirit Possession.
At his brow appeared the diamond-shaped scale—now glowing in four colors: purple, green, gray, and blue.Its size hadn't changed, only its brilliance.
Around him floated one yellow, two purple, and one black ring. The ten-thousand-year ring pulsed like a living void—its silent gravity pushed the grass and trees backward.
"A black ten-thousand-year ring… deep and consuming, drawing in every gaze."
The sight filled Dugu Feng with pride.
And this was no ordinary ten-thousand-year ring—it came from a fifteen-thousand-year Scarlet-Eyed Ice Toad!
Suddenly, the fourth ring flared.
He activated his fourth skill.
At first, nothing changed around him.He frowned, focusing his spiritual sense, then darted toward the cliff face.
There—On a stone wall, a needle-sized hole had appeared.
"Icefire Corrosive Venom."
That was his fourth skill. It was an offensive ability—but one suited perfectly for assassination.
By combining fire and ice, it created an invisible corrosive toxin that could pierce most defensive spirit skills with ease.
In his spiritual sense, that poisonous lance had cut through solid rock, unimpeded, until striking a distant tree and only then did its energy detonate!
Dugu Feng closed his eyes.
This was exactly the essence he had sensed during the absorption—the fusion of ice and fire bloodlines.
A faint smile curved his lips. He wasn't merely happy with the skill's destructive power—he was delighted because it fit him perfectly.
It would aid his comprehension of both cold and fire poison even further.
Every spirit skill was formed from the fusion of a spirit beast's bloodline power with the soul master's own.But there was another kind—self-created techniques born of enlightenment.
And as someone who understood this world deeply,Dugu Feng had long realized that once one stepped into the Title Douluo realm—true battles no longer depended on flashy spirit skills.
They were clashes of the laws and origins of one's Martial Soul itself.
Spirit skills were but the surface—the form through which true power revealed its heart!