It took a full three days and three nights before the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord's Soul Ring halo truly fused into Huo Yuhao's body.
This Mental Power left his Sea of Spirit far from tranquil, as though towering waves could rise at any moment.
But right now, he was like an enormous balloon filled with air. He could only barely control himself to keep from bursting. One misstep, and something could go wrong.
"Yuhao, in This Seat's opinion, the best course now is to find a place where you can calmly cultivate and fully refine This Seat's power."
"It may take a little longer, but it will be the safest option. And you may even have a chance to break through to Limit Douluo."
The Evil Emperor's phantom slowly appeared behind Huo Yuhao. Looking at Huo Yuhao's meridians, which were overflowing with immense power, he offered a fair suggestion.
At this moment, Soul Power surged within Huo Yuhao's body, and the terrifying pressure of Level 97 cultivation was fully on display. Even the Soul Power fluctuations that accidentally leaked out made the spring waters of Qiankun Asking Love Valley churn in waves.
Huo Yuhao shook his head and struggled to his feet. He rose onto his toes, then stomped back down, repeating the motion several times as though trying to force the Soul Power overflowing into his throat back down.
After bouncing a few times, Huo Yuhao finally managed to speak.
"I... I'm much better."
The moment he opened his mouth, streams of Soul Power so pure they were nearly liquefied sprayed from the corners of Huo Yuhao's mouth. He hurriedly shut his mouth and swallowed the Soul Power back down.
After all, the Evil Emperor had provided an eight-hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring. Even though Huo Yuhao had already been a