Just a mere hundred-thousand-year spirit ring

"Hum—"

The space within the entire secret chamber twisted violently as the Fallen Angel soul power surged frantically.

Qian Xunji closed his eyes, his original aura fading away as a heart-stopping blood-red hue began to spread across his soul rings.

After the brief span of a single incense stick, Qian Xunji snapped his eyes open, and twelve dark-gold black wings erupted from his back.

Four black, five red!

Five full hundred-thousand-year red soul rings pulsed rhythmically beneath his feet, bathing the entire chamber in the light of a living hell.

Level 95!

"Refreshing!"

Qian Xunji could not help but let out a long roar.

But immediately after, he looked at the five hundred-thousand-year soul rings beneath his feet, his brows knitting together.

For a normal Titled Douluo, replacing four hundred-thousand-year soul rings would boost soul power by at least five levels, but the quality of this Fallen Angel was simply too high; the energy required was a bottomless pit...

Moreover, a hundred-thousand-year soul ring guaranteed two soul skills.

He already possessed a ninth soul ring, and now that his first, second, third, and fourth rings had all been upgraded to hundred-thousand-year status, it meant he had gained eight extra hundred-thousand-year-level soul skills out of thin air! Add in the skills from his soul bones...

"That adds up to over a dozen skills."

Qian Xunji rubbed his brow.

"Too messy, too cluttered. Having too many skills not only wastes soul power, but it also causes hesitation during combat."

"System, is there any way to smelt these eight new soul skills?"

[Host requirement detected. Enabling 'Origin Soul Skill Furnace' function.]

[Host may spend 5,000 Subversion Points to re-forge the eight newly generated hundred-thousand-year soul skills, fusing them into four soul skills perfectly attuned to the Host's martial soul characteristics. Enable?]

"There's such a good deal? Enable, enable immediately!" Qian Xunji's eyes lit up. Five thousand points for four tailor-made top-tier soul skills—this was an absolute steal.

[5,000 Subversion Points deducted. Current balance: 12,000 Subversion Points. Furnace enabled.]

In an instant, the four newly upgraded red soul rings beneath Qian Xunji's feet flared.

Time lost all meaning, until the soul furnace within his sea of consciousness exploded, and four dark-gold runes were deeply branded into the depths of his soul.

[Soul skill fusion and remodeling complete. Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the four Original Sin Soul Skills+.]

Qian Xunji snapped his eyes open and swiped his fingertips through the void, causing four skill panels to manifest before him.

First Soul Skill: [Envy: Void Leap]

Effect: Ignores any spatial blockade or imprisonment below god-level. As long as the Host can see the location or cover it with spiritual power, he can instantly leap there.

Furthermore, the moment the leap occurs, it inflicts forced "Spatial Tear" damage to enemies within a ten-meter radius.

(Where you are, I envy your position, so I shall replace you there.)

Second Soul Skill: [Sloth: Wall of Sighs]

Effect: Upon activation, a Wall of Sighs composed of absolute fallen power manifests before the Host.

Any energy attack, physical attack, or even spiritual shock that touches the Wall of Sighs will be forcibly imbued with the "Sloth" attribute, instantly reducing its power by 70% and slowing it down.

(Even attacks become lazy; what can you use to hurt me?)

Third Soul Skill: [Pride: Original Sin Demon Sword]

Effect: A weapon-summoning soul skill. It draws a dark-gold greatsword in the shape of an inverted cross from the void. While wielding the Demon Sword, all of the Host's attacks gain "Armor Pierce" and "True Soul Damage."

Can be solidified into a divine artifact after attaining godhood.

(Pride looks down upon all living things; one sword judges the world!)

Fourth Soul Skill: [Wrath: World-Extinguishing Light]

Effect: Pure output. It gathers all the extreme darkness and judgment power within the body into a single point, firing it from the eyes as an unavoidable, unblockable beam of light.

The power is sufficient to instantly pierce through any defensive barrier of the same level.

(Wrath burns the body!)

[If the Host reaches god-level in the future, the aforementioned soul skills will also be effective against gods.]

Looking at these four divine skills, he finally could not help but laugh out loud in the secret chamber.

"Heh heh heh..."

Instant teleportation to close the distance, absolute defense, an exclusive weapon, plus long-range locking, all paired with the disgusting passive of his [Original Sin Thorn Crown]—the damage reflection—and the ability to switch to his "Righteous and Bright" holy skin second form at any time...

This Humble One is invincible!

Qian Xunji slowly stood up and clenched his right hand in the void.

"Clang—"

A [Original Sin Demon Sword], entirely dark-gold with an inverted cross hilt and complex fallen divine runes engraved upon the blade, instantly appeared in his palm.

Qian Xunji wiped his magic sword, his pale white hair dancing wildly under the agitation of his soul power, while his dark purple eyes revealed undisguised killing intent.

"No, this leveling speed is getting a bit too reckless."

Qian Xunji clenched his fists, his brows furrowed slightly.

Although his realm had reached level 95, he could clearly feel that the soul power within his body was like freshly boiled water—surging and turbulent, yet carrying a touch of wildness that was difficult to fully control.

The soul ring ages forcibly raised by the system had no side effects, but his physical body and mental strength still required a process of adaptation to this sudden, massive influx of power.

If the foundation is not laid firmly, no matter how high the house is built, it remains a dangerous structure.

Since he knew his current realm was unstable, he would never go around showing off across the continent while in such a half-baked state.

"Seclusion, to polish the foundation!"

Qian Xunji slapped his thigh, sat cross-legged on the Cold Jade Bed once more, and completely settled his mind, beginning a long and tedious process of consolidating his cultivation.

Time passes unnoticed in the mountains, as if a thousand years have gone by in the world; though, for a soul master, it is not quite that exaggerated.

Spring departed and autumn arrived; for an entire year, the door to this secret chamber in the deepest part of the Pope Hall had not opened even a crack.

Until one morning, a year later.

Rumble--

The heavy Dragon-Severing Stone slowly rose amidst the sound of interlocking gears, and an aura, like a gentle spring breeze yet unfathomably restrained, drifted leisurely from the secret chamber.

Qian Xunji stretched his back and walked out of the chamber with a swaggering, arrogant gait.

After a whole year of tireless polishing and tempering, the soul power within his body, which had been wild and unstable due to consecutive level-ups, was now completely tamed and as obedient as his own limbs.

His level 95 peak realm was not only as steady as a rock, but he also had absolute confidence that in at most half a year, he would be able to step into the realm of a level 96 Super Douluo without any obstacles!

"Damn it, that nearly suffocated me; this ascetic life is truly not meant for humans."

Qian Xunji took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, feeling that even the chirping of birds in Martial Soul City sounded pleasant. Just as he was about to head to the side hall to bathe and change his clothes, a red-robed bishop responsible for guarding the perimeter hurried up to meet him.

"Reporting to Your Holiness the Pope, you have finally emerged from seclusion." The red-robed bishop knelt on one knee, his expression carrying a hint of anxiety and peculiarity.

"What happened? If the sky falls, the Great Elder will hold it up; what are you panicking about?" Qian Xunji smoothed his cuffs nonchalantly.

"Reporting to Your Holiness, it is not that the sky has fallen... it is the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen, who has brought his son, Yu Xiaogang, and has been waiting for you outside the Pope Hall for a full half-month."