As a dazzling red light rose from the peak of the snow mountain, accompanied by a deep dragon roar, Shen Hanyu obtained the third Soul Ring of his Second Martial Soul, a full six hundred thousand years old, with almost no effort at all.
(I won't pad out the absorption process; I've written it several times before.)
His Soul Power had also directly reached rank eighty-nine, increasing by five ranks. That did not even include the improvement he would gain after absorbing the Soul Bone.
After repeated tempering and enhancement, the quality of his Soul Power was already comparable to that of an ordinary Titled Douluo. Under such circumstances, a direct increase of five ranks of Soul Power was already a tremendous leap.
Looking at the six-hundred-thousand-year Trunk Bone in his hand, Shen Hanyu sighed softly before finally storing it in his Soul Tool.
Although this Soul Bone was of exceptional quality and had a cultivation age of six hundred thousand years, Shen Hanyu had no intention of absorbing it.
He had long since made plans for his Trunk Bone. He could choose either Snow Empress's Trunk Bone or the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's Trunk Bone. One was nearly seven hundred thousand years old, while the other was close to a million years old. Whether in attribute or age, both were superior. Why would he choose the slightly inferior Ice Dragon Torso Bone instead?
With his current setup, even his lowest-grade Soul Bone was the Right Leg Bone of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Fallen Sea Demon. He would definitely replace it once he had the chance.
You could shortchange anyone but yourself, right?
Besides, he had an absurd number of options and was not lacking those two Soul Bones.
Shen Hanyu finally understood the Ice Dragon Clan's true problem. Due to