Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

More than ten minutes later, Chen Xiaojun gently let go of Xiaoyi's slender fingers. His fingers paused slightly in the air, as if he was savoring the soft touch that was stirring in his heart.

Then he calmed down and slowly sat down cross-legged.

After absorbing the spirit ring, he heard the system's unique prompt sound in his ears, and the sound was like an echo from ancient times.

However, the system lottery deadline is 72 hours, so he is not in a hurry.

Everyone was there just now, not because they didn't trust their brothers around them, but in this kind of lottery, no one could predict what would come out.

Even if it is a good thing, the clan still needs to plan carefully on how to make the most of this unexpected surprise.

He closed his eyes and his mind slowly sank into the illusory space.

Before his eyes, the vast expanse of heaven and earth unfolded again, as if the endless universe was spread out before him.

The stars were shining with mysterious light, and just like last time, he saw a huge colorful spherical Douluo God Realm circle formed by hundreds of stars closely arranged.

This time, his mind was firmly attracted by one of the larger stars. Judging from the shape and layout of the land and ocean, it was clearly the Douluo Continent.

An inexplicable strange feeling arose in his heart, as if the gears of fate were slowly turning.

At this moment, a charming voice sounded in his ears: "Host, we meet again after half a year."

That is the sound of the system, as gentle as the spring breeze.

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly and responded: "I do miss you a lot."

"Hehe," the system laughed happily, "I just like being in love with the host like this."

"It's really my honor." Chen Xiaojun joked.

The system suddenly said mysteriously: "Tell the host a good news."

Chen Xiaojun immediately became interested, "What good news? I'm all ears!"

Suddenly, a mechanical and cold reminder sound echoed in the void space: "Congratulations to the host, the fourth soul ring is as high as 30,000 years, reaching an unprecedented level, and you will receive a non-fixed extraction reward once."

Chen Xiaojun was stunned for a moment, and then a feeling of ecstasy surged in his heart.

However, he keenly caught the difference from the previous system voice, "You are not the system?"

"Hehe, what do you think?" the female voice responded mischievously.

Chen Xiaojun thought for a moment, "Are you the spirit of the system?"

"It seems you are not stupid." The spirit of the weapon confirmed his guess with a smile.

Recalling the four draws, four different situations and increasingly anthropomorphic tones, this spirit of the weapon was evolving. Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart.

"...Uh, I actually got a non-fixed reward, unprecedented?" Chen Xiaojun was a little bit unbelievable.

The weapon spirit smiled lightly and said, "Hehe, that's right, your fourth spirit ring has reached 30,000 years, the first in history."

Chen Xiaojun raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about my first, second, and third spirit rings? You know, my spirit rings are not low."

The weapon spirit responded calmly: "So, there are still people who are taller than you."

"My third soul ring is already ten thousand years old. Is there anyone with a higher soul ring than me?" Chen Xiaojun's face was filled with astonishment.

"What do you think?" the weapon spirit asked back lightly, with a hint of teasing in its tone.

Chen Xiaojun frowned in thought, then shook his head and said, "This is impossible. My second uncle said that no one in history has had a third spirit ring that lasted ten thousand years, unless..."

The spirit of the weapon asked leisurely, "Unless what?"

“Unless the rewards from the inheritance of the gods are also taken into account.” A glimmer of enlightenment flashed in Chen Xiaojun’s eyes.

He thought of Poseidon and Qian Daoliu, whose first eight spirit rings were all ten thousand years old.

The spirit of the weapon chuckled and praised, "Correct."

However, Chen Xiaojun's thoughts did not stop, he thought about Tang San's situation.

Each of Tang San's spirit rings was rewarded with 50,000 years in the final test, and his current fourth spirit ring is 30,000 years.

This means that in previous assessments of divine inheritance, there has never been a reward for 50,000 years of cultivation.

Is it because of the big reward for Tang San's eventual deification or is there something fishy going on?

But the thought only flashed through his mind. Now was not the time to think about it, so he quickly turned his attention back to the present.

His eyes flickered, and he asked with some anticipation: "Then can we start the lottery?"

The spirit of the weapon smiled and nodded: "Of course, do you want to draw a fixed reward first?"

Chen Xiaojun frowned in confusion: "Is there any difference between the two?"

"You'll know when the time comes." The spirit of the weapon smiled mysteriously.

"Okay then, let's get started." Chen Xiaojun took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with anticipation and nervousness.

"Okay, Young Master Chen." The spirit of the weapon responded with a smile and immediately started the lottery ceremony.

Facing the huge turntable with a diameter of 30 meters again, a hint of anticipation flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes.

This time, the three big characters "Lv", "Gong" and "Fa" on the turntable have faded and turned into a deep gray.

As the spirit of the weapon finished speaking, the huge turntable began to rotate slowly, accompanied by a slight mechanical sound.

Every scale on the turntable seemed to carry Chen Xiaojun's hope and nervousness. His eyes were fixed on the turntable, as if he wanted to see through it.

Finally, the pointer stopped steadily on the word "skill".

Three cards with golden backs were hung in front of Chen Xiaojun, shining with dazzling luster.

"Please turn over the cards," the spirit said softly, "or choose the one in the middle?"

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly, "Of course, I am very interested in what the reward for this so-called 'skill' will be."

As the card was turned over, a golden light flashed, and the voice of the weapon spirit sounded with a hint of congratulations: "Congratulations to the host for obtaining the eight unique skills of "Under One Person". The secret manual has been placed in your storage soul guide."

Chen Xiaojun's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded, "Eight Wonders, it's actually Eight Wonders, this reward is really good."

"Hehe, it seems that you are very satisfied with the result of this lottery." The spirit of the weapon teased.

"Of course I am satisfied," Chen Xiaojun replied with a smile, "It's golden."

He paused, and said leisurely: "The Nine Yin Nine Yang Manual I drew the second time was golden, the Ghost Slayer Breathing Technique I drew the third time was silver, and the Shao Siming Clothes I drew the first time was purple-gold as I remember."

"This time it's also gold. It seems that each color represents a different level of reward."

The spirit of the weapon chuckled, "You've discovered that the prizes for the lucky draw are indeed divided into three levels: silver, gold, and purple-gold."

Chen Xiaojun nodded thoughtfully, "It's not hard to guess, I will find out sooner or later, so you don't care, but I have a question."

He changed the subject and said word by word: "My martial soul's ten great swords, are they related to you?"