However, Chen Ping's exhilaration was beyond compare. A cool, refreshing sensation radiated from every pore of his body.
He did not even need to look. Everything around him had already formed a three-dimensional image in his mind. He could clearly sense even the slightest shifts of dust in the air.
It was a marvelous feeling of having everything under his control. The Soul Power within him had completely changed from white to gold, flowing and pouring through his meridians like liquid lead and mercury.
Almost instinctively, Chen Ping activated his Martial Soul. In an instant, the Star Tumor Staff in his hand was suffused with a faint golden light.
As his Martial Soul was released, seven Soul Rings rose one after another beneath Chen Ping's feet, spreading around his body.
Three black, one gold, and three red—seven neatly arranged Soul Rings, yet they carried an incomparably stirring presence.
In that instant, Chen Ping felt as though he could hear every movement within the Small World of the Other Shore. The sensitivity of all five of his senses had been amplified almost without limit.
His repeated flights and battles with Xiao Bai had finally yielded their due reward. The Soul Ring in the seventh position, blood-red throughout yet marked by three golden patterns, was the finest reward of all.
Three Hundred Thousand Year Level Soul Rings, two of which were even Seven Hundred Thousand Year Fierce Beast-level Soul Rings. Such a Martial Soul configuration had already surpassed Mu En and Du Busi, who also possessed three 100,000-Year Soul Rings but had never had a single Fierce Beast Soul Ring.
One had to know that those two had long since reached Nine Rings, while Chen Ping had only just reached seven rings!
If Chen Ping's Sixth Soul Ring had reached the Three