Silver Dragon King, Gu Yuena!

Leaning on the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, Yang Jian took a long while to recover where he stood.

The rain was still falling. Cold raindrops struck his face and body, washing away the bloodstains covering him and clearing his mind somewhat.

Then, step by step, he walked toward the Scarlet-Gold Soul Ring Di Tian had transformed into after death.

After consecutively absorbing a Million-Year Soul Ring and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Yang Jian's Soul Power Level had already been pushed from level seventy to level eighty.

As the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's Million-Year Soul Ring and the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring fused into his body, they brought an immense feedback of Soul Power, allowing him to directly cross the major threshold between Soul Saint and Soul Douluo.

He could even sense that there was still a great deal of accumulated Soul Power within his body.

Much of the energy from those two Soul Rings had yet to be digested and was stored deep within his meridians and dantian.

If he absorbed Di Tian's eighth Soul Ring and successfully broke through to Soul Douluo, he would likely experience another explosive surge of Soul Power.

He took a deep breath and sat cross-legged beside the Scarlet-Gold Soul Ring.

His legs were folded, his back straight, and the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear lay across his knees.

Rain struck his shoulders and the tips of his hair, but he did not notice it at all.

His gaze settled on the Scarlet-Gold Soul Ring floating silently before him. The eight dark-gold patterns on its surface emitted a faint yet impossible-to-ignore glow through the curtain of rain.

Di Tian was dead. This Soul Ring was the final legacy he left behind on this continent, as well as the greatest spoils Yang Jian had gained after avenging