The Strong Make the Rules; the Weak Can Only Adapt

The corner of Di Tian's eye twitched slightly. The reaction was subtle, yet in Zhou Qiubai's eyes, it carried profound meaning.

"You're very perceptive." Di Tian smiled faintly. Unfortunately, the at-least S-rank bloodline in those golden eyes of his was rather dazzling. "Since you know what I'm waiting for, let's dispense with the probing and pleasantries."

He stopped in front of Zhou Qiubai, his golden pupils fixed tightly on Zhou Qiubai's eyes.

In that instant, Zhou Qiubai felt the atmospheric pressure around him change.

A pure mental lock.

After all, he was an old dragon who had lived for so many years. It would be strange if his spiritual power were weak.

"How did you obtain your first soul ring?"

Zhou Qiubai did not avoid his gaze. He raised his head slightly and met Di Tian's eyes.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Di Tian's brow twitched slightly.

"You don't know?"

Kid, were you trying to make your Dragon Grandpa laugh?

"I'm not hiding anything." Zhou Qiubai spread his hands. "That soul ring accidentally condensed while I was on the verge of death. At the time, my Soul Power was depleted, my meridians were damaged, and I had lost more than half my blood and vitality. I was basically one breath away from death, and then the soul ring formed naturally. From beginning to end, I never actively guided the process. I didn't even know how it began."

He smiled faintly, his tone carrying a hint of self-mockery.

"So if you ask me how it came about, all I can say is that it was luck. If I could do it again, I would never have gone to Star Dou Forest to try my luck for my seventh soul ring. I've already touched upon the threshold of creating a