The vortex spun faster and faster, more and more fiercely, until at last it reached a critical point.
The Soul Power within Dai Mobai surged and roared through his meridians like boiling magma.
That power rampaged through his meridians, each collision bringing a tearing pain, yet his expression remained unchanged. He did not even furrow his brow.
His Martial Soul, the Holy Light White Tiger, roared silently within him, devouring the last trace of impurities and leaving only pure blood energy to merge into his Soul Power core.
His entire body shuddered, and a powerful aura erupted from within him, sweeping through the entire bedchamber!
The curtains snapped in its wake like banners in a gale.
The bedchamber's doors and windows were tightly shut, but the aura still seeped through the cracks, startling the roosting birds in the courtyard into a flurry of wings.
The blood-red vortex above his head finally condensed into a brand-new Soul Ring, which slowly descended beneath him.
Dark red light flowed across the Soul Ring, richer and deeper than on the previous two.
Dai Mobai slowly opened his eyes.
As he felt the power churning within him, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
That power was far more than twice as strong as before. As his Soul Power surged through his meridians, it brought an unprecedented sense of release, like sweet rain after a long drought.
His perception had sharpened as well. Every rustle within dozens of yards registered in his mind, and he could even clearly distinguish the sound of raindrops striking the courtyard ground.
His third blood-energy Soul Ring was complete.
Moreover, its age approached that of his Sixth Soul Ring-around eighty thousand years!
That age far exceeded his expectations.
Dugu Yan stirred on the bed, seemingly disturbed by the aura just