As the last wisp of Spirit Ring light entered Shen Lian's body, the ground suddenly shook violently. The surrounding trees snapped beneath an invisible pressure, their branches and leaves scattering through the air.
Shen Lian slowly opened his eyes, purple light flowing within them like two clusters of burning violet flames.
Shen Lian slowly rose to his feet, his robes fluttering without wind. Palpitating Soul Power rippled around him, and every step he took seemed to shatter the void with a dull roar.
"Appear!"
With a furious shout from Shen Lian, the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul instantly possessed him.
In an instant, the phantom of a hundred-meter-long dark purple dragon soared into the sky behind him. Its eyes burned like torches, radiating a soul-stirring majesty.
Even more astonishingly, the Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring beneath Shen Lian's feet, flowing with a blood-red halo, shone brilliantly. Every flicker came with dragon-roar-like Soul Power waves, casting ripples of crimson light across the ground.
Feeling the surging power within him, Shen Lian curled his lips into a confident smile.
Shen Lian could clearly sense that his Soul Power, like a surging river, had instantly risen from level sixty-six to level sixty-eight. He was only one step away from level sixty-nine.
At that moment, a graceful figure shot over from the distance. It was Zhu Zhuqing, who had just returned from Suotuo City.
Her already nimble figure abruptly froze the instant she saw Shen Lian, her eyes filled with incredulous shock.
Zhu Zhuqing covered her small mouth, her beautiful eyes widened as her breathing quickened.
"How... how is this possible?"
In Zhu Zhuqing's understanding, Shen Lian had become a Soul Emperor at fifteen, with a Spirit Ring configuration of purple, purple, black, black, black, black. He was already an exceptionally rare genius.