"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?!"
Zhou Tian'er's voice rang out first, filled with disbelief and shock.
Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed an O. She pointed at the slowly rotating red Soul Ring beneath Wang Zhi's feet, unable to get a complete sentence out.
Zhou Hanyou was stunned too.
Shock, rare for her, surfaced in her cool eyes.
She had just fused with the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and gained Extreme Ice, but her Soul Rings were still two yellow and one purple...
A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring...
It was a dream that countless Soul Masters couldn't reach, even after devoting their entire lives to it.
Zheng Yiran was equally dumbfounded.
She looked down at the two yellow Soul Rings beneath her feet, then at the red one beneath Wang Zhi's. Her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing.
The three of them fell silent.
They had thought they were already strong enough after obtaining the Immortal Herbs...
Their Martial Souls had transformed, and their cultivation had greatly improved. They were more than capable of looking down on their peers.
But now they were seeing Wang Zhi's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
Only then did they realize that the gap hadn't narrowed. It had grown even wider.
Wang Zhi didn't notice their expressions.
At that moment, his consciousness appeared once more in that void.
Boundless darkness, deep shadows, and the distant Great World—the Black Shadow Kingdom.
He felt closer to the Black Shadow Kingdom.
So close he could almost make out the outlines of the Mountains and Rivers on that shadowy continent, close enough to sense the breathing of the Shadow Soldiers.
A figure emerged from the Black Shadow Kingdom.
The figure was tall and broad-shouldered, clad in dark Japanese-style armor. Instead of ordinary five-fingered hands, it had blades sharp enough to