When Ji Xuan landed, he saw nothing but devastation all around him.
A massive crater had been smashed into the ground. The surrounding trees had toppled over, and broken branches and fallen leaves littered the area.
Within the crater, the Sword Winged Golden Feather Eagle lay in a pool of blood. Its dark golden feathers had lost their luster, its enormous body twitched faintly, and its chest rose and fell only weakly.
Its sharp eyes had dimmed, yet they remained fixed on Ji Xuan, filled with unwillingness and despair.
Expressionless, Ji Xuan raised a hand and sent out a fierce streak of sword qi. The Sword Winged Golden Feather Eagle let out one last miserable cry before completely losing its life.
A moment later, a deep black Soul Ring slowly condensed above the corpse, radiating powerful energy fluctuations.
The Soul Ring would not dissipate anytime soon. Ji Xuan was in no hurry to absorb it and instead sat cross-legged to regulate his breathing first.
Only after fully recovering did he begin absorbing the Twenty-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
A Soul Ring of this age was already the limit for an ordinary soul master's Sixth Soul Ring.
Yet this was no challenge for Ji Xuan. His physical constitution and Spiritual Power had long surpassed those of a Soul Emperor.
The instant the Soul Ring entered his body, an immense torrent of energy surged into him like a flood.
Ji Xuan merely trembled slightly before quickly stabilizing himself.
Even the exceedingly violent Soul Shock had no effect on Ji Xuan.
Ji Xuan calmed his mind and guarded his focus, steadily refining the energy within the Soul Ring.
A long while later.
The Soul Power fluctuations around Ji Xuan gradually settled, clearly nearing their end.
Boom—!
An aura far surpassing that of a Soul Ancestor