Chapter 132 – The Golden Crow Reaches Ferocious Beast Level

Ning Fengzhi immediately gave the order to change course when he heard that Xu Yang might have discovered the Golden Crow's location. Without hesitation, he commanded Amos to redirect the ship and head in that direction.

Half a day later, the surge in Sun power suddenly disappeared. Xu Yang speculated that whatever had caused the disturbance—most likely the Golden Crow—had finished fighting or moved away. Still, they had locked in the direction. With Amos being an exceptional captain, fully capable of navigating the vast sea, Xu Yang wasn't too concerned.

After two full months of sailing—covering a staggering thirty thousand nautical miles—they faced countless dangerous sea soul beasts. Had it not been for the four Titled Douluo aboard, their ship might have been sunk several times over.

"Such dense Sun power… at least a hundred times that of nearby islands. Even if it's not the Golden Crow, it has to be some kind of Sun-aligned soul beast."

Looking at the small island ahead, Xu Yang's eyes gleamed with excitement. The sheer concentration of Sun energy made the surrounding sea and air blisteringly hot. Even from a distance, the temperature was already above fifty degrees Celsius. Fortunately, everyone onboard was a soul master and could endure the heat with the help of their soulforce.

Unlike the lush and vibrant Luoyue Island, this one was completely barren. From afar, there wasn't a single trace of vegetation—just a massive volcano on the left side, continuously spewing lava into the sea.

Even Ning Fengzhi and the others were astonished. After months at sea and seeing many islands, this was the first they'd encountered that seemed entirely devoid of life. It was hard to believe a legendary soul beast like the Golden Crow could exist here.

"Grandpa Jian, could you take me above the island? I want to confirm the Golden Crow's location."

Without waiting for the others, Xu Yang approached Chen Xin and made his request. Chen Xin nodded, summoned his Seven Kill Sword, and took Xu Yang into the skies above the island. He was just as curious—he, too, wanted to see the legendary Golden Crow.

Once high above, they looked down upon the island and spotted numerous soul beasts, nearly all of them fire-type. They were scattered across various zones, mostly concentrated around the volcano.

At the island's center stood a massive crimson tree, resembling a pair of twisted, intertwined mulberry trees. Its crimson leaves glowed faintly with heat—it was clearly something extraordinary.

Perched on its branches were over a dozen golden crows. Each had two legs, shimmering golden feathers, and golden flames flickering along their bodies. They stood tall and proud, giving off a majestic, almost divine presence—these were the legendary Golden Crows.

While they weren't the most exalted three-legged variant, their bloodline was still extremely noble.

At the very top of the tree sat one particularly large Golden Crow, over ten meters long—more than three times the size of the others. It stood upright, eyes closed as if resting, yet with each slow breath, Sun power from the sky was visibly drawn into its body.

Strangely, neither Xu Yang nor Chen Xin sensed any soulforce from the tree itself, suggesting that it wasn't a soul beast, but some other form of spiritual life—similar to the Ten-Headed Blazing Sun Serpent Xu Yang had seen before.

The moment Xu Yang laid eyes on the tree, a memory surfaced in his mind:

The Fusang Tree—a divine tree from ancient myth said to be the perch of the Sun. The Suns, in this case, were the Golden Crows.

Now it all made sense—why the Golden Crows lived here, and why this island existed in the first place.

When Chen Xin saw the massive Golden Crow at the tree's crown, his expression became grave. He turned to Xu Yang and said seriously:

"Yang'er, give up on absorbing this Golden Crow's soul ring. Its cultivation has clearly surpassed a hundred thousand years—likely reaching two hundred thousand years. Your body can't handle it."

The pressure this Golden Crow gave off—unintentional though it was—made even a Super Douluo like Chen Xin uneasy. That was more than enough to confirm its terrifying power.

Once a soul beast reaches one hundred thousand years, its strength can match a human soul master at Rank 95. With strong bloodlines, they could even rival Rank 96 or 97 Super Douluo—just like the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Azure Bull Python from the Star Dou Forest.

But if a soul beast reached two hundred thousand years, they were comparable to Rank 98 Super Douluo—absolutely fearsome.

If they surpassed three hundred thousand years, they'd reach the realm of Limit Douluo. That was why the Ten Great Fierce Beasts of future generations were so feared—even the weakest among them had strength equivalent to Rank 98.

Xu Yang, of course, understood what Chen Xin meant. But he simply smiled.

"Don't worry, Grandpa Jian. Give me two more years. Once I reach Rank 70, I should be able to handle it."

It was true that the old Xu Yang couldn't. But now, with the Great Sun Body derived from the refined Jade Body Technique, and paired with the Subtle Realm level of control, his physical strength improved by the day.

He could now confidently say—there wasn't a single soul master on the continent with a stronger physique, not even Qian Daoliu or Bo Saixi, the Limit Douluo.

His original goal had been to, within two years, master the Great Sun Body, Great Sun Manual, and Purple Demon Eye, reach the legendary state of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and Five Energies Returning to the Origin, and use that to form a Golden Core, thus breaking through to Rank 70.

By then, forget two-hundred-thousand-year soul beasts—he might even be able to endure one approaching a million years.

Chen Xin frowned, placing a hand on Xu Yang's arm and sending in his soulforce to probe his physical state. What he found shocked him.

"Yang'er… your body's strength is actually twice mine! How did you do this?"

With that level of physique, there was no doubt in his mind—Xu Yang could indeed absorb a soul ring of that caliber, as long as it aligned with his martial soul.

Now, Chen Xin was even more curious: how did Xu Yang train his body to such extremes?

"I'll tell you everything once we return," Xu Yang replied with a grin. "As for whether you can practice it successfully, that'll depend on yourself, Grandpa Jian."

Xu Yang had never intended to keep it secret. He already regarded people like Chen Xin as family. The reason he hadn't shared these converted techniques before was simply that he wanted to perfect them before handing them over to the sect.

But Chen Xin was a Rank 98 Super Douluo. Even with an incomplete version, he could likely refine it into something truly his own. Xu Yang didn't need to worry about that.