Meng Shenji did not open his eyes immediately. He sensed that the sea of Soul Power within him was somewhat emptier than before, while his Soul Power Core had become smaller yet sturdier. As he continued absorbing the Soul Power from the outside world, it surged into his body far faster than usual, filling that empty space.
About a quarter of an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes. He lowered his head to look at his hands, then closed his eyes again to sense his condition, as though confirming something.
"I really broke through. I'm finally level eighty-seven." His voice was not loud, but it carried unmistakable certainty, and his tone was full of excitement. Though levels eighty-six and eighty-seven were separated by only one level, the difference was worlds apart. It was equivalent to breaking through from the middle stage of Foundation Establishment to the late stage in a cultivation novel—a major breakthrough.
Once he reached level eighty-seven, given enough time, he would sooner or later reach level eighty-nine and become a top-tier Soul Douluo.
Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin rose almost at the same time. However, Bai Baoshan was a Battle Soul Master, so he was much faster than Zhi Lin. In two steps, he had arrived before Xiao Yun. "Little friend Xiao, it's my turn."
Zhi Lin could only wait at the side.
Xiao Yun did not refuse. Using the same method, he compressed the Soul Power of both Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin once.
After Bai Baoshan was finished, he also confirmed that he had risen by one level.
Zhi Lin was the last.
By the time everything was over, the midday light outside the window had turned into slanting afternoon sunlight.
Lunch was eaten in the small cafeteria reserved for the three education committee