After reaching level 99, Su Mo did not rush to pursue a Divine Position.
He knew better than anyone that level 99 was merely the limit of mortals.
To take another step, he first had to push every part of his foundation to its limit.
His Soul Bones were complete, his Cultivation Technique flawless. The only thing left to improve was his Soul Rings.
He now had eight black rings and one red.
His First Soul Ring had long since ceased to be the yellow ring it once was. He had later raised it to purple, then used the Ring Ascension Technique to bring it to ten thousand years.
But he had never pushed it any further.
Now the time had come.
He had created the Ring Ascension Technique long ago. It sprang from the same roots as the Ring Condensation Technique, though its circulation path was more intricate.
The First Soul Ring stirred first.
The Soul Ring emerged above his head, turning from black to red.
At first, the red was faint, like sunset clouds reflected in water. As wave after wave of Soul Power pressed into it, the color deepened until it looked ready to drip.
One hundred thousand years. Done.
Next came the second ring, then the third.
He did not rush. He paused between each ring to stabilize it; otherwise, his foundation would become unstable.
By the time the first four rings had all turned into hundred-thousand-year rings, half a month had passed.
The fifth and sixth rings took nearly a month.
When he emerged from seclusion, all nine of his Soul Rings were red.
Xiao Wu's eyes widened the moment she saw him. "Brother, your Soul Rings... they're all red?"
Su Mo smiled. "They're just red. It's nothing special."
Word soon reached the leaders of