Inside the spacious, solemn hall.
Yu Mingxiao guided wisps of faith power into Yu Yuanzhen's body.
This faith power was formless and intangible, brimming with power gentler and more versatile than divine power.
Nine Soul Rings rose uncontrollably from beneath Yu Yuanzhen's feet. His seventh, eighth, and ninth rings spun and pulsed, their black light gradually turning red as their ages underwent a transformation.
His cultivation broke through its bottleneck as naturally as water flowing into a channel, soaring straight to Level 98!
"Father, with these three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings and my guidance, you'll have no trouble reaching Level 99 in the future. Even becoming a god won't be an idle dream." Yu Mingxiao raised his hand and withdrew the faith power.
Yu Yuanzhen slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the tremendous surge of power within him, he could not hide his delight. "To think that, as your father, I'd still need my son to give me a helping hand. Without your help, I'm afraid I would have been trapped at Level 97 for the rest of my life."
Generally speaking, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was precious not only because it offered two Soul Skills, but also because it could increase a Soul Master's potential.
Without a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Level 97 was probably the highest one could reach. The enshrined elders of Spirit Hall were proof enough.
With a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, however, there was hope of reaching Level 98, or even Level 99—and perhaps even a sliver of hope of becoming a god.
Yu Mingxiao did not reply.
True, Yu Yuanzhen had not helped him much as he grew, but he had offered him considerable protection during his childhood, giving him a safe environment.
"The celebration is in two days. Mingxiao, would you like to make an appearance?" Yu