That fleeting resonance left Su Ming in a daze.
He knew he had succeeded in condensing his Soul Core this time.
"Besides Soul Spirits, Soul Cores are another way to deepen the connection between my three main bodies."
Three Soul Cores, resonating with one another!
Right now, only one pair of Soul Cores resonated, which was why it had lasted only an instant.
As he gained more Soul Cores, reaching two or even three, perhaps he could stabilize that resonance.
Life essence formed a vortex and surged into Su Ming's body.
Just like that, his Level 59 Soul Power broke through in an instant.
The Primordial Immortal Grass transformed into a Soul Spirit and merged into Su Ming's Sea of Consciousness. At the same time, a blood-red Soul Ring settled around him.
Purple, purple, purple, black, red, red!
As the six Soul Rings appeared and pulsed up and down, Su Ming opened his eyes and rose. Spiritual Power burst forth, circling his body as elements of every color gathered around him.
Even the Pavilion Elders who stood at the pinnacle of the continent were momentarily stunned.
They might not have been the absolute cream of the crop, but they still ranked among the continent's foremost Soul Masters.
Even among Limit Douluos, very few could match Su Ming's Soul Ring configuration.
And those Limit Douluos had almost all relied on gradual accumulation to raise their first six Soul Rings to Su Ming's level. None were like Su Ming, who had such a configuration upon only just becoming a Soul Emperor.
"He took on Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits outright—and two of them, at that."
Feng Wu Yu gave a bitter chuckle.
What did that mean?
The pupils of every Pavilion Elder present contracted.
Even with a sacrifice, a Soul Spirit's origin ultimately had