[The seventh test, a test of enduring brilliance.]
[Contemplate the flourishing and withering of the 'Chrysanthemum of Momentary Reincarnation,' merging soul power and spiritual power into one, and infuse it into ordinary chrysanthemum seedlings, causing them to experience the cycle of growth, blooming, withering, and regeneration in an instant.]
As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before Yue Guan's eyes changed once again.
There is no heaven and earth, no sun and moon, only an endless void.
Before him, a handful of soil, radiating the breath of life, quietly coalesced, and an ordinary chrysanthemum seedling with only two tender leaves poked its head out of the soil.
This was his test question.
Yue Guan did not act immediately.
Judging from the description, this test does not test the amount of soul power, but rather the understanding of the essence of life and the most exquisite control over energy.
He sat cross-legged, his eyes gently closed.
In the sea of the spirit, a strange chrysanthemum slowly emerged.
The moment it blooms is the beginning of its withering; petals flutter and turn to dust, from which new seeds are born. Life and death, a fleeting cycle, endlessly repeating.
This is the artistic conception of "Chrysanthemum of Fleeting Reincarnation".
After a long while, Yue Guan opened her eyes.
Those eyes, which once held a hint of femininity and eccentricity, now held only pure tranquility.
He stretched out his right hand, his slender index finger gently touching the chrysanthemum seedling.
Golden soul power and invisible spiritual power merged perfectly at his fingertips, transforming into a wisp of light thinner than a strand of hair, which gently flowed into Ju Miao's body.
In the past, he might have used a huge amount of soul power to stimulate its growth, but the result would only be that it would burst.
Now, he is guiding, using his own understanding of life to awaken the potential of this seedling.
The seedlings began to grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The third leaf unfolds, glistening like morning dew;
The fourth leaf followed closely behind, its veins clearly visible.
The stems grow taller and taller, but not wildly; rather, they are full of rhythm, as if performing a graceful dance of life.
Soon, a flower bud formed at the top.
Yue Guan's fingertips trembled slightly, and the energy he injected became even more refined.
He poured his new understanding of "beauty" into it.
It is no longer superficial luxury and glamour, but rather the resilience that still faces the sun in adversity, and the innate pride that comes after the glitz and glamour have been washed away.
The flower buds slowly bloom.
There were no earth-shattering phenomena; it was just an ordinary white daisy.
The petals, layer upon layer, are simple and pure white, emitting a faint yet firm light in the void of darkness.
A genuine smile appeared on Yue Guan's face.
However, the test was not over.
He took a deep breath and his mind raced.
A thin layer of frost instantly formed on the edge of the white chrysanthemum.
The petals began to curl and their color became dull.
That vibrant life force, under his guidance, began to decline.
The act of personally destroying the beauty he had created caused a subtle tremor in his mind. But he quickly regained his composure.
Without decay, how can there be new life?
The flowers withered, the stems and leaves turned yellow, and eventually, the entire chrysanthemum plant turned into a handful of ashes, scattered in the soil.
Everything fell silent.
But in Yue Guan's eyes, a brilliant light shone. Enveloped by his spiritual power, a spark of life was perfectly preserved within the ashes.
That spark of life fell into the soil, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst forth.
A new shoot, even stronger than before, bursts out of the soil with even greater speed!
Growth, leafing, growing taller, budding, blooming!
This time, the process was more than ten times faster.
A white chrysanthemum bloomed proudly in the air, its petals edged with a faint golden ring, a mark left by the perfect fusion of Yue Guan's soul power and life essence.
Youthful beauty, forever etched in this moment.
[The seventh test, "Eternal Glory," is complete.]
[Perceive the chrysanthemum's life cycle, and align your heart with the Dao. Reward: Increase the age of all Soul Rings by 50,000 years.]
As the divine voice fell, a vast amount of energy poured into Yue Guan's body like a celestial river flowing backward.
Under the infusion of divine power, all the spirit rings began to tremble violently.
As the light faded, Yue Guan's soul ring configuration had undergone a complete transformation.
Black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red!
Eight black and one red!
The eighth spirit ring, though black, was stained with an eerie crimson color, and its age was close to 100,000 years!
The surrounding void shattered like a mirror, and when Yue Guan opened his eyes again, he was back in the main room.
"You passed both exams in a row?"
Even Ning Liu was somewhat surprised!
Xiao Wu passed the Sea God's Nine Trials quickly because he gave her something!
But Chrysanthemum Douluo has nothing, so how come he's so fast?
"That's a huge improvement, you're at level 98 in soul power now!" Bibi Dong nodded in agreement.
"I was fortunate enough to overcome some mental obstacles and gain some rudimentary understanding of the way of life."
Yue Guan said.
Ning Liu stroked his chin and said:
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, what is this eighth trial of yours? It's not like it's going to let you inherit the godhood directly, is it?"
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