The Original-Work World beneath the Sky Screen no longer knew what expression to wear as it faced all this.
Teleportation, Void, immunity to both ice and fire, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Immortal Herb sacrifice... every single one was enough to make their scalps tingle.
Yet when the narrator said "more than a thousand Soul Skills," everyone was still left too stunned to speak.
"A thousand..."
"I've cultivated for twenty years. Counting my Soul Ring skills and the ones I created myself, I only have seven in total. He created a thousand in ten years?"
"One every three days on average. One Soul Skill every three days. I had five Soul Skills thirty years ago, and I still only have five now!"
"And among those thousand Soul Skills, he has Teleportation and passive Void. Any one of them would be enough to sustain someone for a lifetime, yet he has a thousand."
"No wonder he dared to make the Ring Condensation Technique public. With a thousand Soul Skills in hand, he simply doesn't care if others learn to condense Soul Rings themselves."
"I finally understand why the Sky Screen said he had already become invincible before revealing the Ring Condensation Technique. Who could afford to provoke someone like him?"
Bibi Dong stared blankly at the Sky Screen.
She recalled how much thought and effort it had taken her to obtain a single 100,000-year Soul Ring back then.
But what about Su Mo? A thousand Soul Skills in ten years, one every three days on average.
Such a gap could no longer be described in terms of genius and mediocrity.
"Spirit Hall..." she murmured, but did not finish.
Xue Ye, emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, was also standing atop the palace wall at that moment, speechless for a long time.