Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring

"It's starting..." Lang Lei took out the Adaptive Soul Ring, preparing to absorb his third soul ring.

After several days of consolidation, his level had finally broken through the threshold of level 29 and reached level 30.

Many people with poor talent remained stuck at this level for their entire lives.

"Don't worry, Brother Lang Lei. Griseo won't let anyone get close!" Griseo skillfully summoned several World-Painting Creations and surrounded Lang Lei with them.

"Mm, thank you, Little Griseo~" Lang Lei smiled knowingly and rubbed Little Griseo's head.

Then he calmed his mind and began absorbing his third soul ring.

This time, he intended to push himself and obtain a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring in one go!

This was no empty boast. Even without having its age increased, his second soul ring had been a ninety-thousand-year black soul ring.

Now that he had grown so much stronger, a hundred-thousand-year third soul ring wasn't too much to ask for, was it?

What? You say I'm cheating?

I never turned it off, all right!

As the Adaptive Soul Ring bobbed up and down, its age rose at a frightening pace. The white, yellow, and purple stages flashed past almost in the blink of an eye.

Now, the soul ring was continuously charging upward through the ten-thousand-year stage.

Ten thousand years...

Twenty thousand years...

Fifty thousand years...

Sixty thousand years...

Ninety thousand years...

Gradually, faint streaks of red appeared on the soul ring, and the speed at which its age increased visibly slowed.

At that moment, arcs of lightning emerged from the Eye of the Gods hanging at Lang Lei's waist. Electric currents constantly coursed across his body, making him look as imposing as a sovereign of thunder.

As though it had broken through some kind of shackle, the soul ring abruptly transformed into a vivid red at a speed entirely unlike before, radiating a terrifying pressure.

A layer of solemnity appeared on Lang Lei's calm face as well.

At last, after a period of struggle, the soul ring absorption gradually neared its end.

Under Griseo's nervous gaze, Lang Lei's previously ragged breathing slowly steadied.

Not long afterward, Lang Lei opened his eyes.

"Level thirty-three..." Lang Lei opened his eyes, muttering in bewilderment, "Just how much Soul Power did Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment take this time?"

"Pfft—"

"A hundred-and-fifty-thousand-year soul ring directly sucked away ninety thousand years' worth of Soul Power?!" Lang Lei's mouth twitched. Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment really hadn't held back; it had taken more than the additional years it had helped Lang Lei absorb.

If the soul ring's age hadn't remained unchanged even after Soul Power was lost, Lang Lei would definitely have had a talk with Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment, his Second Martial Soul.

As expected, the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring had granted him two soul skills. Strangely enough, one of them was passive.

The active skill was called Spirit Erosion Dust. Once activated, it could imbue Earth Dragon Dust with a Spirit Erosion effect. Any enemy it touched would have their Soul Power continuously devoured. Once the target's Soul Power was depleted, Earth Dragon Dust would instantly detonate the absorbed Soul Power, dealing massive area-of-effect damage.

Of course, Lang Lei could also choose to detonate it early.

The key was that this thing could infiltrate almost anything and consumed very little, while dealing with it would cost the enemy greatly.

After all, Spirit Erosion Dust could erode all energy-based objects, and martial souls counted as one of them. Using a martial soul or a shield to block it was basically useless.

The passive skill was called Unable to Move an Inch. It had no consumption, and as long as Lang Lei activated his First Martial Soul, the passive would automatically take effect.

Its effect was that within the area covered by Earth Dragon Dust, the gravity affecting all enemy units would increase threefold.

It wasn't exactly powerful, but it wasn't weak either. After all, it consumed nothing. Besides, Lang Lei seemed to feel that this soul skill could continue to grow...

The age of the first soul ring condensed for Heavenly Fire Sacred Judgment, his Second Martial Soul, was already nearing seven hundred thousand years. Lang Lei was becoming increasingly eager to see the effects of the soul skills of this martial soul that had devoured so much of his Soul Power.

Naturally, Lang Lei's physical constitution had improved by a large margin again. By his own estimate, it should now be comparable to some level-89 Assault Type Soul Douluo, perhaps even enough to contend with the bodies of some Titled Douluo.

Of course, that was merely his estimate, but it should not have been far off.

"Brother Lang Lei..." Little Griseo, who had withdrawn the World-Painting Creations, spoke from beside him.

"Ah, Little Griseo, sorry, sorry. Big brother was thinking about something. I shouldn't have ignored you." Lang Lei hurriedly picked Little Griseo up.

A smile immediately bloomed across Little Griseo's face.

"Come to think of it, some forces on the continent should have noticed me by now, right?" Holding the soft, sweet-smelling Little Griseo, Lang Lei silently guessed.

Lang Lei's guess was indeed correct...

Spirit Hall—

The current Pope, Bibi Dong, sat upon the throne in the Papal Palace, reading through a stack of documents in her hand.

Traces of emotion occasionally flickered across her breathtakingly beautiful face.

However, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, who were kneeling on one knee below her with their heads lowered, had neither the mood nor the courage to look up and admire such a sight.

"Have you found out where this young soul master came from?" Bibi Dong suddenly asked.

"My apologies, Your Holiness. This person seems to have appeared out of thin air. There are no leads at all..." A few beads of cold sweat formed on Chrysanthemum Douluo's forehead as he replied tremblingly.

It was not Chrysanthemum Douluo's fault. If Lang Lei had still looked the way he once did, investigating him might not have been so troublesome.

But the current Lang Lei was practically a completely different person from the Lang Lei who had just been cast aside by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Back then, Lang Lei had merely been a useless boy with a weak martial soul and low Soul Power. He had not even been as tall as Griseo.

Now, Lang Lei was powerful and refined, while both his height and appearance differed little from those of an adult.

It was truly difficult to connect these two people.

"Reporting, some scouts claim that this person encountered people from Heaven Dou Royal Academy outside the Star Dou Great Forest, but they soon parted ways again. We don't know..." Ghost Douluo trailed off hesitantly.

"I understand. You may leave for now." Bibi Dong nodded and waved, signaling for the two to depart.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt as though they had been granted amnesty. After taking their leave, they immediately exited the Papal Palace.

"Level twenty-nine, defeating seven Soul Elders alone without using his martial soul or even his hands..."

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, take a look."

Inside the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi pulled out the top document from a stack of files.

These files had been gathered by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's branches throughout the land and contained information on talented individuals from various places who had yet to join any faction.

Every genius personally reviewed by Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was one in ten thousand. Most had Innate Soul Power of level seven or above, and quite a few possessed level eight or nine.

As for Innate Full Soul Power...

Such geniuses could be counted on one's fingers across the entire continent. Even Spirit Hall, which was known for its vast number of soul masters, had gained no more than a handful of young soul masters with Innate Full Soul Power in recent years.

Yet among this stack of files, one person was an exceptionally unusual case.

The documents did not list an exact age, merely estimating him to be between eleven and fourteen.

Nor was there any confirmed information on his martial soul. All they knew from some unaffiliated soul masters was that it was related to dirt or daggers.

However, his name and Soul Power were recorded, along with his remarkable exploits at the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena.

Even without considering his achievements and battle record, reaching level twenty-nine at fourteen was enough to make him a minor genius.

If they knew Lang Lei was only seven years old, the entire continent would probably go mad.

But what truly shocked Sword Douluo and Uncle Gu was his combat talent, which far surpassed his level.

Facing many opponents alone, fighting above his level, and not even using his martial soul.

I'll use that passive card a little later... Everyone can look forward to its effect a bit. ^ω^