The public assembly on the Sky Screen had not even fully ended when people in the Original-Work World began to grow restless.
The first to act were those low-level Soul Masters who had been stuck at bottlenecks for years and had no way to hire someone to hunt Soul Beasts for them.
Some lived in remote little towns, some did odd jobs in cities, and some possessed Soul Power but could not manage to hunt even a single Soul Beast.
Su Mo had explained everything on the Sky Screen in such detail that they listened more attentively than anyone.
Those with good memories immediately went over the circulation route and visualization diagram in their minds. Once the Sky Screen went dark, they closed their eyes and began practicing.
There was an independent cultivator named Wang Liu. He was twenty years old and rank nine.
He had been stuck there for six years.
It was not that he had never tried to break through. He simply had no money and could not afford to hire anyone.
The Sky Screen had said that as long as he mastered the route and visualized that ring, he could condense a Soul Ring himself.
He practiced for three days. On the fourth night, he succeeded.
A yellow Soul Ring rose in circles from beneath his feet, lighting up the entire shabby house.
At first, he could not believe it. Then he laughed wildly, then cried, and finally dropped to his knees and kowtowed three times toward the north.
He had truly condensed a Soul Ring—and it was even a Hundred-Year Soul Ring.
It was something he had never dared to dream of.
But when he leaped to his feet and wanted to test his new Soul Skill, nothing happened.
"Where is my Soul Skill?" Wang