Godhood Starting from Martial Soul

Chapter 36: Special Soul Ring

Zhou Tian didn't choose the normal disintegration; instead, he opted for the option to transform it into a soul ring.

Under the shroud of light, Muzan Kibutsuji completely dissipated.

A black light emerged, shrouded in the pyramid of light, forming a black ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

"Cough, cough!" Zhou Tian coughed painfully twice, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.

"I didn't expect it to be a ten-thousand-year. I wonder if my body can withstand it."

After the excitement, there was distress.

Carefully contemplating, Zhou Tian had a certain understanding of his own body.

In general, Zhou Tian could definitely withstand a Ten-thousand-year.

But the black soul ring in front of him was not a soul ring with a lifespan of ten thousand years but rather more than twenty to almost thirty thousand years.

"We did it, we succeeded!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out. The trembling voice made everyone come to their senses.

Excitement, joy, tears of pain, the relief of life and death!

"Ah ah!"

Someone burst into tears, kneeling on the ground, crying loudly.

Someone laughed with tears in their eyes, hugging surviving comrades.

Zhou Tian reached out, catching the Wind Ring slowly descending from the sky.

The moment Muzan Kibutsuji died, the power of the wind spirit had already disconnected from the Wind Ring.

The iron wall formed by the hurricane slowly dissipated, and the voices of the people reached them.

Zhou Tian sat down slowly, operating the spiritual breathing method, absorbing the continuous vitality from the Bloodsucking Vines.

"Mr. Zhou, are you alright?" Rengoku Kyojuro walked over and respectfully asked.

For the benefactor who killed the Demon King in front of them, not just Rengoku Kyojuro, but everyone's attitude had changed.

"It's nothing major; I just need to recover a bit. I'm going to start cultivating, and you help me keep watch." Zhou Tian looked at Kyojuro, paused for a moment, and said slowly.

If it were someone else, Zhou Tian might not trust them to guard him, but Rengoku Kyojuro was different; this person was very upright.

Rengoku Kyojuro nodded, understanding Zhou Tian's intentions.

Zhou Tian had his own family's cultivation method, and everyone knew about the martial arts from the ancient country.

Rengoku Kyojuro stood by quietly, guarding Zhou Tian.

Of course, Zhou Tian wouldn't completely entrust his life to an outsider. The seven vines were already quietly guarding him while sitting.

"Although it's a bit beyond my limit, relying on the continuous recovery provided by the vines, I should be able to withstand the Ten-thousand-year Soul Ring."

Once again firming his resolve, Zhou Tian took a deep breath and began to absorb the black Ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

Almost in an instant, the violent power rushed into his body.

The body that had just recovered once again oozed blood under the surge of violent power.

Zhou Tian didn't want to absorb it without fully recovering, but if he didn't do it now, he feared he wouldn't have the ability to absorb the third Ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.