Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Just as Lin Yao raised his hand to take out the immortal herbs from the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch, a concerned voice rang out first.
"By the way, Yao, what level is your Soul Power at now?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin wore a fitted silver-white outfit, the tassel of the sword at his waist hanging lightly at his side. He leaned forward slightly, and his eyes—usually sharp from years of immersion in sword intent—were now full of concern for his disciple.
"The message you sent earlier said that you seemed to have encountered some opportunity and directly broken through to Soul Ancestor? You even obtained an extremely powerful ten-thousand-year soul ring?"
"Yes, Master." Lin Yao nodded. His fingertips had already touched the smooth, warm surface of the Ruyi Hundred Treasures Pouch. When he looked up, he could not hide the spirited confidence in his eyes. "I encountered an immortal herb opportunity, which brought my blood essence to its limit and allowed me to condense a self-formed Blood Essence Soul Ring. My Soul Power also successfully broke through to Level 45!"
"A self-formed Blood Essence Soul Ring?!"
Two cries of shock sounded at once. Chen Xin abruptly straightened, one hand unconsciously pressing against his sword hilt, causing the sword tassel to sway gently from the sudden movement. Bone Douluo Gu Rong, who had been reclining against the back of his chair, also sat upright. His bony fingers curled slightly, and his cloudy eyes were filled with disbelief—wasn't that an ability said to be mastered only by Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts after taking human form?
"Brother Lin Yao, you've reached Level 45?" Ning Rongrong's voice carried the clear sweetness unique to a child. She poked her little head out from beside Ning