Third Soul Skill, Six Ding Creation

Time passed, and the holiday was over in the blink of an eye!

During the break, Xiao Wu quickly broke through to level twenty as well.

With Qi Lin's prior example to follow, Xiao Wu simply found some time to condense her Soul Ring.

Afterward, she lied to Qi Lin, saying that just like him, she had taken a nap and her Soul Ring had condensed itself.

It was just that the second Soul Ring she condensed was nowhere near as dazzling and eye-catching as Qi Lin's.

Her actions made Sky Dream Ice Silkworm laugh so hard inside Qi Lin's sea of consciousness that its stomach hurt, calling her a stupid rabbit.

That was right—Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had long since seen through Xiao Wu's identity.

After all, it was a million-year soul beast renowned for its spiritual power. How could it possibly fail to see through her?

After returning to the academy, Qi Lin and Xiao Wu's lives became plain and uneventful once more.

For the following period, Qi Lin was either studying Soul Tools or playing video games with Xiao Wu.

What annoyed Qi Lin, however, was that he seemed to have hit a bottleneck in making Soul Tools.

Making Soul Tools required not only a great deal of metal materials, but also forging those materials into precise components.

It was incredibly complicated!

Moreover, Qi Lin could not find any particularly advanced books on Soul Tools.

If he had to figure it out on his own, the efficiency would be far too low!

As for cultivating soul power, that was what Qi Lin cared about the least.

Because he had already pulled far ahead of both Xiao Wu and Tang San!

The moment he condensed his second Soul Ring, his soul power had already reached level twenty-five.

Even though he once again reduced the time he spent cultivating each day and gave Tang San and Xiao Wu every chance to catch up, neither of them could even see his back.

And so, time flew by!

When Qi Lin reached level thirty, guess what happened?

Qi Lin had another dream!

Unlike the last time, when he dreamed of that ethereal world, this time he arrived in a majestic palace shrouded in immortal mist.

The palace was extraordinarily mystical. At first glance, Qi Lin thought it was merely a palace.

Yet when he looked again, he suddenly had the illusion that it was infinitely vast and infinitely tall, as though this was not a palace at all, but an entire world.

At the center of the palace stood an Eight Trigrams Furnace. Its body was broad and thick, its Eight Trigrams patterns constantly flowing, and its surface was covered in ancient, obscure runes.

Dark crimson flames blazed within the furnace, while auspicious clouds swirled above it and violet qi rose into the air.

An elderly man in Daoist robes, with a compassionate and dignified face, stood before the Eight Trigrams Furnace. He held a round fan patterned with the sun and moon and casually fanned the fire within.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something and slightly turned his head.

Those wise, profound eyes, as though they could see through everything in the world, instantly fell upon Qi Lin.

Qi Lin froze slightly. He had been discovered?

Looking at the elderly Daoist before him, Qi Lin did not know much about Chinese mythology, but he could vaguely guess the man's identity.

Taishang Laojun!

However, before Qi Lin could offer the old man a formal salute, Taishang Laojun smiled faintly at him and waved his hand.

The next moment, that sensation of being pulled away surged through him again.

The world spun!

"Hah!"

Qi Lin abruptly sat up in bed, gasping for breath several times.

Once he came to his senses, he realized something.

This time, he had not forgotten the contents of his dream, and...

His third Soul Ring had condensed as well!

The Soul Ring was dark crimson, the exact same color as the flames burning within the Eight Trigrams Furnace in his dream.

Though both were red, it was clearly different from the blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring on Bibi Dong.

Moreover, Qi Lin could sense threads of scorching heat emanating from the Soul Ring.

Third Soul Skill, Six Ding Creation!

The skill's effect was to summon a ball of flame. As long as materials were thrown into it, it could forge any item he could imagine.

Of course, the more complicated the item to be forged, the more terrifying the soul power consumption would be.

Woohoo, he was taking off!

Although Qi Lin felt ashamed of using hacks, it really did feel amazing!

Qi Lin's cheers alerted Xiao Wu, who was nearby.

She asked curiously, "Brother Qi Lin, what happened? Why are you so happy?"

Qi Lin happily pinched her soft little cheek and said, "Guess what? I had another dream yesterday!"

"You condensed another Soul Ring in your dream?"

Xiao Wu immediately guessed what had happened to Qi Lin.

"Oh my god, Brother Qi Lin! It's only been a year since you broke through to become a Soul Grandmaster. I'm only level twenty-three, so how are you already a Soul Elder?"

"You're even lazier than I am when it comes to cultivating soul power, so how are you cultivating so much faster than me? Are you using hacks?"

Xiao Wu pouted as she complained nonstop.

Using hacks was a phrase Xiao Wu had learned from Qi Lin. Originally, she used it in games.

But she had discovered that the phrase suited Qi Lin just as well.

Thankfully, Tang San cultivated even more slowly than she did and had only just reached level twenty.

Otherwise, Qi Lin would have crushed Xiao Wu's confidence.

They both had Innate Full Soul Power, and she was even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form. How could the gap be so enormous?

"By the way, Brother Qi Lin, hurry up and show me what your Soul Ring looks like. Is it purple?"

Normally, the ideal Soul Ring configuration for a three-ring Soul Elder was yellow, yellow, purple.

But Qi Lin had condensed his Soul Rings himself, so Xiao Wu was not sure whether this one was a thousand-year Soul Ring.

If Brother Qi Lin had only condensed a hundred-year Soul Ring, then he would be in serious trouble.

After all, the effects of a thousand-year Soul Ring were much stronger than those of a hundred-year Soul Ring.

Qi Lin looked around, then said, "Let's go somewhere else so I can show you!"

With that, he brought Xiao Wu to the academy's small grove.

Soul Rings, appear!

With a thought from Qi Lin—

Pale white, brilliant gold, dark crimson!

Three Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath Qi Lin's feet!

"R-Red!"

Xiao Wu's mouth hung open in shock, and she could barely speak without stuttering.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, was there anyone who understood better than Xiao Wu what a red Soul Ring represented?

She had thought it was outrageous enough that Brother Qi Lin, a human, could condense Soul Rings in his dreams.

Who would have thought something even more outrageous would happen—that he had condensed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

Did he have to be this heaven-defying?

If Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had not still been asleep in Qi Lin's sea of consciousness and failed to sense his condition, it would definitely have gone even crazier than Xiao Wu.

Sure enough, more than ten days later, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm finally woke from its sleep within Qi Lin's sea of consciousness.

When it learned what had happened to Qi Lin, it seemed to suddenly go mad. It shouted and rolled around inside the sea of consciousness, all while continuously letting out lewd laughter.

It became even more convinced that it was the chosen one of heaven.

Its life as a silkworm was like one long cheat code!

First, it had been chased down by natural enemies, then fallen into an icy crevice and discovered ten-thousand-year Ice Marrow, safely growing all the way to over nine hundred thousand years.

Though it had unfortunately been imprisoned by those bastards from the Star Dou Great Forest along the way, it had thankfully escaped danger through a Space Storm and encountered Qi Lin.

It, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, had drifted through life alone, yet before reaching the end of its lifespan, it had finally met a worthy master!