Two First Soul Skills

If it had been an ordinary Hundred Year Soul Ring, let alone the actions that followed, even the initial act of sorting through his meridians would have been impossible. Not even a Soul Ring obtained through sacrifice could do that.

Though this Soul Ring appeared to be a Hundred Year Soul Ring, what it truly contained was the lifelong source power of a Level 99 powerhouse infinitely close to Level 100.

The energy that had already ceased to be so scorching suddenly grew blazing hot once more, surging through Huo Yuhao's meridians toward his eyes.

"Hngh—"

Huo Yuhao let out a pained groan. At that moment, his pale blue eyes turned a pure golden yellow, so bright they seemed to glow. He felt as though two golden flames had ignited within his eyes, fierce fire dancing in his sockets as if performing a dance.

Behind Huo Yuhao, an enormous phantom slowly appeared in the air. Six massive golden wings enveloped an illusory golden eye. As pain appeared on Huo Yuhao's face, that illusory eye revealed the same expression at the very same time.

The golden flames were like winding spirit serpents, yet also like flowing water, running down from Huo Yuhao's eyes. The skin wherever they passed began to burn slowly. Yet when the golden flames scorched his skin, they brought no intense pain, only a faint warmth. Before long, Huo Yuhao's body was covered in illusory Golden Flame, with more than a dozen winding flame patterns appearing across him. They closely resembled the scars left on trees when struck by lightning.

Behind Huo Yuhao, the three pairs of massive wings surrounding the enormous golden eye finally spread completely open. Huo Yuhao felt his vision improve by a small margin at that instant. Not only could he see the details of nearby objects with perfect clarity, but he also seemed able to activate the illusory eye hidden between his brows for a longer period.

Huo Yuhao knew nothing of the phantom behind him—the enormous golden eye with three pairs of burning golden wings. Once his eyes changed from sky blue to gold, burning with illusory Golden Flame, the gigantic phantom slowly faded away.

The power that had been circulating on its own gradually withdrew into his Dantian. Only then did an indescribable sense of comfort rise from the depths of his heart. The pleasure brought by absorbing a Soul Ring was beyond words, as though he were floating in the clouds without any weight, yet also as though he had reached the pinnacle of bliss. Every one of the thirty-six thousand pores across his body opened, greedily breathing in the wonderful air. This qualitative transformation was already bringing strange changes to Huo Yuhao's body.

When he opened his eyes again, a trace of astonishment appeared in them. Two golden divine rays shot forth like lightning, lending his entire body the majesty of a young ruler. Yet that could not conceal his surprise, because he had returned to his tent. Everything concerning the Spirit Realm seemed as though it had never happened.

He took out his katana and pulled open the tent flap. The sky was already bright, and the vigorous life brought by a new day seemed to call out to his body.

Huo Yuhao looked down at himself and discovered that his body seemed to have changed after gaining the Soul Ring. His once slight frame appeared to have grown a little taller, his shoulders somewhat broader, and his skin had gained a lustrous sheen.

The lightness brimming with strength in every gesture was incomparably comfortable. There was no need for deliberate testing; he knew that every aspect of his body's capabilities had improved drastically under the Soul Ring's effects. On that basis alone, everything that had happened in the Spirit Realm should not have been a mere illusion.

Even so, Huo Yuhao still found it somewhat unbelievable. The last time he had encountered such a wondrous experience was when he had offered Father's Guardian Bell before the Buddha.

Huo Yuhao raised his left hand and slowly brushed it across the space between his brows. A faint golden glow surfaced across his skin. Immediately afterward, illusory Golden Flame burned once more in his golden eyes, and a clear yellow ring rose from beneath his feet, spiraling around his body. This was precisely the distinctive feature of a One Ring Soul Master.

Suddenly, Huo Yuhao fixed his gaze on the yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet. A dazzling golden light emerged from it, and the yellow color belonging to a Hundred Year Soul Ring faded away, replaced by a Soul Ring of pure gold. It looked as though it had been woven from countless golden angel feathers. Yet the dazzling gold soon gradually receded, and the yellow Hundred Year Soul Ring reappeared, as if it had always been that way.

A golden Soul Ring?

Confusion appeared in Huo Yuhao's eyes. Even the legendary One Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was, as far as he knew, merely red. Yet he had never heard of a golden Soul Ring.

But soon, Huo Yuhao excitedly clenched his fists. No matter what, he could now be considered a genuine Soul Master. Not only did he possess a Hundred Year Soul Ring, but his Soul Power Level also seemed to have risen by another level from absorbing it. He was now a Level 11 Soul Master—a Soul Master with a Soul Ring.

Huo Yuhao barely suppressed the overwhelming excitement in his heart and began sensing the Soul Skills this Soul Ring had granted him. Then, the feedback regarding the Soul Skills within the ring caught him off guard once again.

Soul Skill—Holy Flame Sword Blade: A Soul Skill capable of granting holy and Fire Attribute damage to the weapons of oneself and one's allies. It ignited sacred golden flames over the surface of the weapon, adding holy and fire attribute attack power to it, while also unleashing the Holy Angel Clan's unique Holy Slash.

For countless centuries, the Holy Angel Clan had relied on Holy Flame Sword Blade to suppress all Fallen, imprisoning them within the Capital City reserved exclusively for the Fallen. But after that Outer God arrived ten thousand years ago, everything changed.

Soul Skill—Dispel: A secret inherited Soul Skill unique to the Holy Angel Clan, bestowed by the Mother of All Souls as the Gospel granted to angels. It forcibly removed all special Buffs from designated targets within range.

The Holy Angel Clan's final inheritor was a Goddess. That Goddess had once used this move to resist foreign Deities, but even so, defeat still descended upon her. Behind that defeat lay the scent of conspiracy, and perhaps a loathsome betrayal hidden within.

"I have two First Soul Skills?"

Huo Yuhao could not help but freeze. He could clearly feel the feedback his First Soul Ring was sending him. The Soul Skills he could unleash seemed to be not one, but two: one called Holy Flame Sword Blade, and another called Dispel. This left him quite surprised.