Gui Mei's eyelids twitched slightly.
The faint Black Mist shrouding him churned violently without his control, as if reflecting the immense shock he was feeling.
In truth, Gui Mei was holding up rather well.
Because most of the other Soul Masters present had fallen into a state of turmoil.
They had not gone mad, but their mindsets had definitely exploded.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black/red—this was the optimal soul ring configuration countless Soul Masters had discovered through vast amounts of time and experimentation.
This configuration was enough to serve more than ninety-nine percent of Soul Masters.
Unfortunately, most unaffiliated Soul Masters found it difficult to achieve such a configuration on their own.
That was why there were Soul Masters with white rings as their first ring, or even their second ring.
But what had they seen today?
Four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!
And their owner was only a Soul Ancestor!
A Soul Ancestor whose first Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was already a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring now stood alive and well before them.
So the "optimal soul ring configuration" countless Soul Masters had spent ages figuring out was really just some massive performance art exhibit?
Even Titled Douluo like Yue Guan and Gui Mei could not help spacing out for a moment.
To Soul Saints and Titled Douluo like them, it was easy to tell whether Soul Rings were real or fake.
Ordinary illusions could not fool them at all.
Yet that was precisely why they were even more horrified.
They were not shocked by the boy's strength.
They were shocked because everything they had always considered common sense had been shattered.
If the many Soul Saints of Spirit Hall were filled with horror, then Dragon Lord Meng Shu was filled with terror!