Someone Created a Soul Ring

Yet this was not Su Mo's limit.

As a transmigrator, and one with a system at that.

How could he possibly allow his Soul Ring configuration to remain so ordinary?

Of course, as a Soul Saint, his Soul Ring configuration was already terrifying enough.

But in a transmigrator's eyes, any Soul Ring that was not a 100,000-year Soul Ring was an ordinary Soul Ring.

With the system in hand and ten years of time, Su Mo had long since developed a Ring Ascension Technique.

By cultivating the Ring Ascension Technique, one could continuously improve the quality of one's Soul Rings.

However, after developing this Ring Ascension Technique, Su Mo had never cultivated it.

Because it conflicted with the advancement of his cultivation.

The energy needed to improve a Soul Ring's quality was the same as the energy needed to raise one's cultivation. If Su Mo used it to improve his Soul Rings, it would delay the growth of his cultivation.

So Su Mo had set it aside, intending to improve his Soul Rings only when it became harder to advance his cultivation in the future.

At that point, it would be much easier.

Once he broke through to Titled Douluo, it would not take him as long to raise his Soul Rings.

[ Ding~ A new Soul Beast has been detected. Does the host wish to view the details? ]

Just then, a system notification suddenly sounded in Su Mo's mind.

Su Mo froze where he stood.

A new Soul Beast had been born?

How was that possible...

The past eleven years had already proven that the laws of heaven and earth had been altered. Ordinary plants and animals could no longer awaken into new Soul Beasts.

So where had this newly born Soul Beast come from?

"View the details!"

Without any hesitation, Su Mo immediately spoke to the system in his mind.

Su Mo stood still as the scene displayed by the system silently unfolded in his mind.

It was a dilapidated wooden shack, its four walls blackened by smoke. Several crooked iron cages were piled in one corner.

A pool of dark red blood on the floor had already dried, and beside it lay a small tuft of bloodstained gray feathers.

A young man barely over twenty crouched in the middle of the room. His old robe was covered in patches, and his cuffs and front were stained with specks of filth—some mud, some blood. His Soul Power fluctuations were only around level twenty; in any city, he would have been the most inconspicuous sort of Soul Master.

Before him sat a bamboo cage, inside which a gray-furred wild rabbit was curled up. The rabbit huddled in the corner, its glossy black eyes warily watching the human outside while its nostrils flared rapidly.

The young man took a deep breath and reached his right hand into the cage, gently pressing his index finger against the center of the rabbit's chest. The rabbit suddenly shuddered and tried to struggle, but he firmly held its body down with his left hand.

"Don't be afraid... don't be afraid..." His voice was hoarse and dry, as though he was soothing the rabbit—and soothing himself.

Soul Power slowly flowed from his fingertip. A faint white glow condensed between his finger and the rabbit's fur into a speck no larger than a needlepoint. The wild rabbit's body abruptly stiffened, its limbs kicking violently several times. Its eyes bulged, and its mouth opened wide, yet it could not make a sound.

"Hold on... hold on... you have to hold on!" The young man gritted his teeth, veins bulging across his forehead as he reduced the Soul Power output between his fingers to the smallest possible degree.

Ten breaths.

Twenty breaths.

The rabbit's body convulsed violently several times, then an extremely faint circle of white markings suddenly lit up on its chest. The markings were as fine as hair, indistinct beneath the gray fur, yet they truly emitted weak Soul Power fluctuations.

At the same time, a nearly invisible white halo slowly appeared in its glossy black rabbit eyes.

The young man held his breath and removed his finger from the rabbit's chest. The rabbit had not died. It lay limp at the bottom of the cage, panting for a while, then slowly rolled over, shook its fur, and curled up again. The white marking on its chest was still glowing—faint, but stable.

The young man stared at that marking for a long time. Then his hand began to tremble.

First his fingers, then his wrist, and finally his entire body began shaking with them.

"It worked..." he muttered, his voice so soft it was as if he feared waking something.

"It worked... it worked... it worked!"

He suddenly sprang to his feet. His knee bumped the bamboo cage, making it shake, and the rabbit shrank into the corner in fright before suddenly unleashing a Soul Skill, Crash!

Bang—

Unfortunately, its Soul Skill failed to break the bamboo cage.

Seeing this, the young man's eyes grew even brighter. He clenched his hands into fists and threw back his head, letting out a hoarse roar that nearly cracked his voice.

"It worked!!!"

He staggered toward the wall and kicked over the pile of empty cages on the floor.

The cages rolled away, exposing more dried blood beneath them. Some was dark red, some blackened, some still clung to tufts of uncleared beast fur. Gray, brown, and black fur mingled with the bloody filth, making it impossible to tell how many animals it had come from.

"Sixteen times..." The young man turned around, his eyes bloodshot, though a distorted smile bordering on madness hung on his face. "The first fifteen all exploded! Every fucking one of them exploded! I tried several kinds of animals and none worked—rabbits, field mice, weasels, sparrows, water snakes... Snakes were the hardest. The moment the Soul Power went in, it broke off, completely severed! A field mouse lasted eight breaths. I thought I was close, but then its head exploded right away, and brains splattered all over my face!"

He spoke loudly to the empty room, as if summarizing his experiment to himself, or venting the pressure he had suppressed for far too long.

As he spoke, he paced back and forth through the room, his steps unsteady as though he were drunk.

Suddenly, he could not go on. His mouth hung open, several garbled syllables escaping his throat before he crouched down, covering his face with both hands. His shoulders heaved violently; it was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing.

"I made one..." His muffled voice leaked through his fingers, trembling uncontrollably. "The whole continent has been waiting, waiting for eleven years... Spirit Hall has so many Titled Douluo, so many scholars, and none of them could do it... I, a useless level-twenty trash, did it..."

"Ha ha ha..."

"Those people are all useless. Why do we need Self-Condensed Soul Rings? If there are no Soul Beasts, then we can just create a Soul Beast ourselves!"

The young man threw back his head and laughed wildly, his voice full of excitement and pride.

It sounded even more like he was mocking those people's incompetence.

After laughing for a while, he returned to the wild rabbit.

The moment the rabbit saw him approach, it began hopping about frantically again.

With fanaticism in his eyes, the young man looked at the wild rabbit in the bamboo cage, which had just awakened Soul Power, and muttered, "Just one final step remains!"

The young man immediately drew a dagger and stabbed it straight into the rabbit in the cage.

Pfft! Pfft!

The young man stabbed it several times in succession, until he had completely killed the wild rabbit.

"Come out, come out already!"

Seeing the rabbit die, the young man kept shouting in a low voice.

Buzz—

As though answering the young man's call, a white Soul Ring slowly emerged from the rabbit's corpse.