Inside the room, Wu Ling lay bare-bodied in a glass chamber filled with liquid.
The liquid looked like water, but it was far thicker.
This substance had been formed by repeatedly compressing Spirit Power. Wu Ling had named it Spirit Liquid.
Beside the glass chamber, Rose held a record book and wrote in it. Medea stood nearby, helping record data.
After recording the last set of numbers, Medea said to Rose, "Spirit Power absorption has reached its bottleneck again. It seems this stage of the experiment is complete. According to the monitor data, aside from Master's eighth Spirit Ring, the first seven rings have all reached the nine hundred ninety thousand year level. Yet the million year threshold still refuses to break."
Rose nodded. She understood the data Medea mentioned. As for why the breakthrough to million year Spirit Rings had failed, she suspected they needed divine power as guidance.
"Enough for now. Dissipate the Spirit Power and open the protective cover."
Medea nodded. Under her control, the Spirit Liquid inside the glass chamber gradually shifted from liquid into gas, then dispersed into the world.
Once all the Spirit Power inside the chamber had vanished, the glass cover in front of Wu Ling lifted. After another dozen seconds, he exhaled.
"How long did I sleep?" Wu Ling opened his eyes and asked.
"Original, you slept for half a month. As for the war, it was completed perfectly according to your plan ten days ago.
"The Star Stripe Empire was fully taken in only three and a half days. On the Polaris side, more people were sent because of the Clear Sky Sect. They recovered most of the territory in only two days. Only the Clear Sky Sect, under Tang Xiao and five elder level Titled Sages, barely held out for one day.
"Good thing you sent Karna, Original. Otherwise, Siegfried, who cannot fly, might really have let Tang Xiao escape.
"Afterward, the souls of six Titled Sages were collected into a small avatar of the Throne of Heroes. If you want to summon them, you may do so at any time."
As Rose spoke, she handed Wu Ling his clothes.
While listening to Rose's report, the energy circuits on Wu Ling's body pulsed. They absorbed the excess Spirit Power clinging to his skin. Then he took the clothes from Rose and dressed as if nothing had happened.
Once he finished, Wu Ling twisted his neck and stretched his body after its long stillness.
Seven red rings and one golden ring appeared around him as his eyes snapped open. Massive Spirit Power spread outward with extreme pressure, and every Titled Sage in Spirit City turned toward one location.
When they understood Wu Ling had caused it, they all sighed to themselves again.
As expected of His Highness. In only half a month, his strength has risen again.
Inside the room, the Throne of Heroes expanded until it stood behind Wu Ling. Wu Ling sat down on it, and six summoning circles appeared before him.
Rose and Medea stepped aside to make space. If the two of them had not expanded this room with spatial Magecraft, it might not have held all six summoning circles.
In truth, after the first excitement faded, Wu Ling no longer cared much about which Heroic Spirits he could summon. With his current strength, ordinary Heroic Spirits would not raise him much no matter how many came, unless they were at Karna's or First Hassan's level.
Of course, with souls of this level, Wu Ling did not think they could summon especially powerful Heroic Spirits. There were six summons anyway, so he performed them casually.
After a while, five of the six summoning circles lit white. One lit with rainbow colors.
Wu Ling was surprised by the rainbow circle, then realized it came from Tang Xiao's soul.
"Tang Xiao. The stronger a person is, the better his luck... no, put another way, if your luck is poor, you never live long enough to become strong."
As soon as Wu Ling finished sighing, the summoning circles fully lit.
"Mmmmmm."
"Oh, Frankenstein. Welcome, welcome."
"Uoooooo!"
"Asterios. Not bad."
"Grrrrrr."
"Lu Bu..."
"..."
"Darius. Why are they all Berserkers this time?"
"Berserker, Spartacus. Sorry, but first I must ask. Are you an oppressor?"
As he spoke, Spartacus carefully looked Wu Ling over. When he saw Wu Ling's noble bearing, delight spread across his face.
"Ohohoho. So you are an oppressor. Then let my rebellion begin!"
With excitement all over his face, Spartacus charged at Wu Ling. He raised his spiked club and smashed it down.
The attack looked like an ordinary person's brawl, but Wu Ling did not underestimate it.
Spartacus's Noble Phantasm absorbed damage and reflected it. With the battle continuation skill Unyielding Will, a simple beheading might result in a point blank explosion. Unfortunately for Spartacus, Wu Ling knew how to deal with this kind of opponent.
Clang.
A greatsword left its sheath and cut Spartacus in half in one stroke.
Even after being split in two, Spartacus forced the corners of his mouth upward. Countless threads of flesh began swelling from the cut surfaces of his body.
In the next second, Wu Ling produced a golden spear in his other hand.
"This is reality, not a turn based game. For someone like you, burning you to ash is enough."
Violent flame erupted from the spear tip. At the same time, several Magecraft circles appeared above, below, left, right, in front of, and behind Spartacus, sealing him inside.
Six Magecraft circles released six different elements toward Spartacus. Alongside the Sun God's flame, Wu Ling burned him for a full ten minutes before stopping.
When the Magecraft circles withdrew, only a pile of ash remained where Spartacus had lain.
After confirming Spartacus's death, Wu Ling turned his gaze to Lu Bu.
"Nature of a Rebellious Spirit... later, install a bomb inside him."
Then Wu Ling shifted his gaze to the last summoning circle. The Heroic Spirit there had already appeared.
"Yo, hey there. Looks like I'll be in your care for a while. Just call me Golden. And that thing just now was pretty fired up. I like you, Boss!"
Seeing him, Wu Ling finally smiled.
"Berserker Sakata Kintoki. Good. Finally, a real surprise."