The red dragon flew back to the figure and gradually merged with him. In an instant, his aura surged.
The Coiling Dragon Staff was clearly a Tool Spirit, but its Martial Soul True Body also possessed the same enhancement for a Spirit Master as a Beast Spirit.
The figure once again wielded the Coiling Dragon Staff, completely different from before.
On the arena, the two figures continuously swung their rods. The figure, with the enhancement of his Martial Soul True Body, seemed to possess immense power with each swing.
Wang Nan, initially suppressed by the figure's Martial Soul True Body, found that as his Coiling Dragon Staff continued to swing, the power in his hands grew stronger with each strike, gradually matching the figure under the Martial Soul True Body.
Below the arena, Pan Yang, with her lower cultivation, was already struggling to breathe.
Wang Nan was clearly only two spirit rings ahead of her, but the residual power from the Coiling Dragon Staff's descent pressed down on her like a mountain, making her legs feel incredibly heavy.
Pan Huai's expression changed repeatedly. Although he had initially thought he wouldn't be Wang Nan's opponent, after watching Wang Nan and the figure battle on the arena, he realized that he, a Spirit Saint, was truly too weak.
It wasn't until Pan Yang tugged at his clothes that Pan Huai came back to his senses. He reluctantly glanced at the arena one last time before taking Pan Yang down to the seventh floor.
The moment they left, the entire seventh floor suddenly echoed with rumbling thunder.
The True Dragon descended from the sky, and the entire seventh floor became Wang Nan's Domain.
Although indoors, where the previous anomalies were invisible, the elemental forces of heaven and earth gathered towards Wang Nan. For a time, the entire world seemed to reject that figure.
Within the Domain, the aura accumulated during the activation of the sixth Spirit Ability was added to Wang Nan. As the Coiling Dragon Staff descended, the entire building shook.
Just as Wang Nan thought the battle was about to end, the figure before him seemed to gain sentience and 'looked' at him.
Then, the figure rushed into the air, the Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand rapidly growing larger. A gigantic, illusory figure also appeared behind him, holding the Coiling Dragon Staff with both hands, his body arched back. With a thunderous roar, he swung the Coiling Dragon Staff down towards Wang Nan.
This was a strike that completely integrated spirit power and mental force. Wang Nan felt a will within it—the will of a Dragon Soul.
Even though this was Wang Nan's Domain, the Dragon Soul still looked down upon heaven and earth, shaking the Laws of heaven and earth with its own power.
In an instant, Wang Nan felt as though his Domain was shattering under this single strike.
But in the next moment, the figure had transformed back into two giant dragons and flew towards the eighth floor.
Wang Nan put away his Spirit and sat cross-legged on the arena. He had no mind to look at the surrounding items, his mind constantly replaying the scene he had just witnessed.
The Dragon Soul of the Coiling Dragon Staff changed according to the Spirit Master's personality. The reason Evil Breaking Dragon could capture Spirit Beast consciousness, understand its abilities, and evolve and transform it, besides Wang Nan's diverse memories from his past life, was also due to his own Comprehension Ability.
Not all Spirit Masters who learned methods of using mental force and spirit power from Mu En could easily integrate their own will into their attacks.
Wang Nan was never a foolish person; on the contrary, his Comprehension Ability and understanding were quite outstanding.
In the instant of their recent exchange, Wang Nan captured the most crucial essence within the Dragon Soul.
A dragon, by nature, is meant to soar above the heavens.
Perhaps Wang Nan himself hadn't realized it, but his goal was no longer what it initially was. Unconsciously, he had already embarked on the Dao toward the heavens.
And that last move by the figure, which almost shattered his Domain, was precisely the will of the Dragon Soul.
"If heaven and earth do not tolerate me, then I shall break through this heaven and earth."
As he thought of this, the surrounding air seemed to grow heavy, but Wang Nan's figure remained ramrod straight, his aura soaring to the sky.
After an unknown amount of time, a shackle around Wang Nan seemed to shatter with a crash. Opening his eyes, he saw that Pan Huai and Pan Yang had come up at some point.
"You're awake?"
Pan Yang was leaning close to Wang Nan. Seeing him open his eyes, she suddenly tilted back.
"What time is it now?"
"I don't know either." Pan Yang shook her head. "Grandpa and I came up when we heard no more movement here, and then we saw you sitting here. But it hasn't been long; you just woke up."
Wang Nan nodded and stood up. "How is it? What's here?"
"There's only this."
Wang Nan looked in Pan Huai's direction and only then realized that there was only a token placed there.
It had six patterns: a sword, a hammer, a star crown, a dragon, a flower, and a specter. It was the Supreme Pontiff's token from Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago.
It was unclear whether this belonged to those two Super Douluo or if it had been originally placed there by Spirit Hall, but it was useless now.
Perhaps finding a collector could fetch a good price.
"Alright, since there's nothing else, let's continue upwards." Wang Nan nodded and looked up at the eighth floor.
"We won't be going up." Pan Huai, however, rejected Wang Nan's suggestion. "In truth, we never intended to take anything from this floor. If it were just us, we wouldn't even be able to pass this floor."
Pan Huai sighed, as if relieved. "I finally understand why our ancestor required only those with a Dragon Soul to come here. To see such a powerful Coiling Dragon Staff Spirit become like this in our hands... It truly shames our ancestor's name."
Wang Nan looked at Pan Huai, not knowing how to persuade him. He suddenly remembered the will of the Dragon Soul from earlier. Perhaps it was the wear and tear of ten thousand years that prevented the unyielding Dragon Soul within the Coiling Dragon Staff from awakening.
"Alright then." Wang Nan didn't say much more and walked alone towards the eighth floor.
As before, a figure was already waiting there, its aura completely unmasked—an eight-ring Spirit Douluo.
Even so, Wang Nan once again leaped onto the arena.
Facing such an opponent, he dared not hold back the slightest, immediately unleashing several Spirit Abilities. However, the cultivation gap between a Spirit Douluo and a Spirit Emperor was simply too vast. Coupled with the fact that this figure also wielded a Coiling Dragon Staff with a Dragon Soul, Wang Nan only lasted a few rounds before being swept off the arena.
When Wang Nan left the arena, the figure did not pursue him but returned to the center of the arena, watching Wang Nan.
Their eyes met, and Wang Nan suddenly chuckled. He took some dry rations from his spirit tool and, after eating and drinking his fill, sat down to meditate and regulate his spirit power. Once he had fully recovered, he once again picked up his rod and charged forward.
Although he was repeatedly swept off the arena, each defeat allowed him to better understand his Spirit.