The Noble Ring had completely mutated into—
the Aberrant Wraith Soul Ring!
A surge of power far beyond her imagination swept through her entire body. Tang Yuehua clearly felt her Soul Power skyrocketing at a terrifying rate, rising from the barely-there Level 9 all the way until it stabilized firmly at Level 85, the realm of a Soul Douluo! Soul skills she had never even dared to dream of now seemed instinctively etched into the depths of her soul: Wraith Possession, Illusion Prison, Negative Emotion Absorption, Puppet Control...
Feeling the endlessly surging dark power within her, a cruel, satisfied smile curled across her lips.
So this was what it felt like to possess power. It felt this good.
The maids who had once been gentle and beautiful, with sweet smiles on their faces, were now thoroughly corroded by the leaking power of resentment. Their eyes had turned pure black, devoid of pupils, and the smiles had vanished from their faces without a trace, leaving only numbness and coldness. Like soulless walking corpses, they stood neatly behind Tang Yuehua, emanating the same suffocatingly evil aura.
In truth, from the day the news arrived that Tang Hao had been publicly cast into a bronze statue by Spirit Hall, a lingering thread of divine consciousness left behind in the world by the Rakshasa God had set its sights on this woman completely consumed by despair and hatred.
Her identity was simply too suitable.
The eldest daughter of the Clear Sky Sect, the master of Moonlight Pavilion, Heaven Dou City's most prestigious establishment—she held the dirt and secrets of countless nobles in her hands. Yet because of her innately deficient Soul Power, she could only remain a Level 9 Soul Scholar her entire life, not even a Soul Master, no different from an ordinary