The Unsolvable Third Soul Skill

The purple light reached its peak, then suddenly exploded.

The entire stretch of space where the Void Burrowing Beast stood was forcibly stripped away from this world, like a sheet of paper torn from a drawing.

In that instant, Jiang Ming could even see the void-black darkness exposed behind that space, as though a perfect cube had been carved out of heaven and earth.

This was true Spatial Stripping!

It was a killing blow forcibly unleashed with Jiang Ming's thirtieth-level Soul Power, far beyond what his body could currently withstand.

When the final trace of purple light faded from the air, the Void Burrowing Beast's massive body had become a mangled corpse.

Its head and limbs were the most intact parts. A huge hole had been blasted through its abdomen, leaving nothing inside.

Its pitch-black eyes remained open, but its pupils had already dispersed, devoid of even the faintest light.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring slowly rose from the corpse and hovered in midair.

The black Soul Ring gleamed with an eerie luster beneath the sunlight, and occasional silver-gray ripples spread across its surface.

"Got it!"

Jiang Ming gasped for breath, every muscle in his body twitching uncontrollably.

His Soul Power had been completely drained by that strike, without even a trace left behind.

"Risk it for the biscuit. Suffer today, yachts and models tomorrow!"

Jiang Ming tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a smile uglier than a grimace.

He slowly raised his still-trembling right hand and beckoned toward the Soul Ring.

As if drawn by some force, the Soul Ring slowly drifted toward him.

The closer it came, the denser that ancient, primordial aura became.

A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Soul Ring differed from Thousand-Year and Hundred-Year Soul Rings.

It had weight.

Not physical weight, but a pressure upon the soul.

It was as if a pair of eyes watched from the void, judging whether you were qualified to bear this power.

Jiang Ming closed his eyes and guided the Soul Ring slowly into his body.

The instant the Soul Ring entered him, his entire body shuddered violently.

This was a completely different experience from absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

When he had absorbed Thousand-Year Soul Rings before, it had felt like stuffing a red-hot branding iron into his body.

But a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was different.

It was a void.

A boundless, cold void that devoured everything.

As that power surged into his meridians, Jiang Ming even had an illusion.

He felt as though his body was being swallowed bit by bit by that void.

Cold.

Bone-piercing cold.

The spatial Soul Power churned and roared through his meridians like a wild beast unwilling to be tamed.

Every impact of Soul Power made his meridians groan under unbearable strain.

Some of the finer meridians even split apart directly.

Then healed again.

They split, then healed again.

Over and over, the pain was excruciating.

Time passed bit by bit as the power of the Soul Ring was gradually absorbed.

Then, something changed.

A vast will filled with violence and unwillingness.

It separated from that Soul Power and charged straight into Jiang Ming's Sea of Consciousness.

Void Burrowing Beast Soul Impact!

The reason Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were so difficult to absorb was not merely because of their immense Soul Power.

It was because when a Soul Beast more than ten thousand years old died, its soul did not completely dissipate.

The remaining fragments of its soul would cling to the Soul Ring and unleash one final backlash when a Soul Master absorbed it.

This was the resentment and curse of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast before death, its final struggle.

That soul impact flooded Jiang Ming's Sea of Consciousness like a tidal wave, transforming into a miniature phantom of the Void Burrowing Beast.

Its body was completely black, while its eyes resembled two black holes, radiating a cold darkness that devoured all light.

"Human..."

A deep, hoarse roar exploded through Jiang Ming's Sea of Consciousness, carrying boundless hatred.

"A mere thirtieth level... and you dare covet my power?"

"I'll take your body!"

The Void Burrowing Beast's phantom opened its massive jaws and lunged toward the core of Jiang Ming's consciousness.

It wanted to devour Jiang Ming's soul and seize his body.

This was the most terrifying death backlash of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Having been killed in such a stifling ambush, its resentment lingered after death, making the remnant soul within its Soul Ring far more vicious than that of an ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Then, a light appeared within Jiang Ming's Sea of Consciousness.

It belonged to Jiang Ming's own spiritual core, a silver sphere several times more solid than those of Soul Masters at the same level.

The Void Burrowing Beast's phantom crashed into that silver sphere.

For the first time, shock appeared in those black-hole-like eyes.

"You..."

"How could you..."

It sensed it.

This human's soul power far exceeded what a thirtieth-level Soul Master should possess.

That solidity, that vast spiritual power, was even stronger than that of some six-ring Soul Emperors.

This was unreasonable.

Completely unreasonable.

Jiang Ming's consciousness sneered.

From the first day he had transmigrated into this world, he had discovered something.

His spiritual power and soul strength surpassed those of Soul Masters at the same level in this world by an unknown margin.

This was a soul-level mutation brought about by transmigration.

"You want to devour me?"

"You aren't qualified."

Jiang Ming's consciousness transformed into a gigantic silver hand and seized the Void Burrowing Beast phantom by the throat.

"Impossible... Impossible!"

"How can your soul be this strong?!"

"This isn't reasonable!"

The Void Burrowing Beast phantom struggled frantically and let out an unwilling roar.

"This world doesn't need reason."

"It only needs results."

Jiang Ming's voice was cold and calm as his hand suddenly tightened.

The Void Burrowing Beast was crushed apart by force, turning into the purest soul fragments and merging into Jiang Ming's Sea of Consciousness.

Having lost the resistance of that violent will, the spatial Soul Power within his body gradually shifted from savage to docile.

Like a ferocious beast that had been tamed, it finally lowered its proud head.

Time passed bit by bit.

A faint silver-gray glow began to emerge around Jiang Ming's body, a sign that spatial Soul Power was overflowing.

When the final wisp of Soul Power had completely merged into his body, Jiang Ming opened his eyes.

Three Soul Rings slowly appeared around him.

Yellow, purple, black!

His yellow first Soul Ring, purple second Soul Ring, and the pitch-black third Soul Ring he had just absorbed.

The black Soul Ring radiated a cold luster beneath the sunlight. Together with the other two Soul Rings, it emitted the unique pressure of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Jiang Ming slowly clenched his right fist, feeling the new power within him, so surging it nearly overflowed.

Thirty-third level.

The immense Soul Power brought by absorbing the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring had directly pushed him to the peak of the thirty-third level.

But that was not his greatest gain.

His third Soul Skill.

The information for this Soul Skill was like an instinct carved into the depths of his soul.

The corners of Jiang Ming's mouth slowly rose, and a genuine smile finally appeared on his face.

With this Soul Skill, combined with Space Shift.

As long as his Soul Power was not depleted, as long as he was not surrounded.

He would not die!

In this world filled with dangers, he had finally gained the true foundation to survive.