After about the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Yu Mengdi opened her eyes.
Five Soul Rings rose beneath her feet—four purple and one black.
The black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring slowly revolved around her, emitting a profound, steady glow.
She could feel that the upper limit of her Soul Power had broken through the bottleneck of level fifty, officially entering the threshold of a Soul King.
The Angel Wings behind her had become more solid than before. Though the rudiment of the third wing at the base of the feathers had yet to take shape, its outline was already faintly visible.
Level fifty-one.
Yu Mengdi took a deep breath, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.
She was not sad. She was thrilled.
She had awakened her Martial Soul at six, entered Zhengtian Academy at twelve, and cultivated for fourteen years. Today, she had finally become a Soul King.
"Thank you, Master." Yu Mengdi turned and bowed deeply to Qian Daoliu.
Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"You don't need to thank me.
This is the result of your own hard work."
Yu Mengdi straightened up, wiped away her tears, and looked at Shen Zhou and Huo Yuhao.
"Martial Uncle Shen, Junior Brother, thank you for coming with me."
Shen Zhou waved his hand.
"You're too polite, Senior Sister."
Huo Yuhao blushed and scratched his head.
"Senior Sister, I didn't do anything..."
"Just being here was the greatest support." Yu Mengdi smiled and reached out to ruffle Huo Yuhao's hair.
Huo Yuhao felt somewhat embarrassed by it, but he did not dodge.
Er Ha shook its head at the sight.
"This Emperor didn't do anything either. Why is no one thanking This Emperor?"
"Weren't you here sightseeing?" Shen Zhou shot it a glance.
"You should thank me