"Are you level seventy?"
Dai Mobai opened his eyes and felt the Soul Power surging inside his body.
The Soul Power in the meridians is like a surging river, surging with an unprecedented sense of fullness.
His perception has also risen to a new level, and he can hear all the disturbances within a hundred feet radius, and even the sound of a fallen leaf touching the ground in the courtyard can be clearly distinguished.
"Li Yue."
He called softly, his voice was not high, but it came out clearly Bedchamber.
"If you inform me, the plan can begin."
The corners of his mouth curled up, and his voice echoed endlessly in the empty hall.
The next day, Dai Mobai took Li Yue out of the palace and went straight to Star Dou Great Forest.
The morning light is first revealed, and the cornices of the Star Luo Imperial Palace are glowing with golden luster in the rising sun.
Dai Mobai changed into a neat dark outfit, her long hair was tied up, and she looked capable and cold.
Li Yue followed half a step behind him, still wearing the same black attire, with the short blade at his waist hidden under the hem of his clothes, and his steps were light and silent.
On the highest tower of the palace, Star Luo Emperor stood with his hands behind his back.
He looked at the direction in which Dai Mobai was leaving. The slender figure was passing through the palace gate and getting further away.
The morning breeze ruffled his robe, bringing with it the hustle and bustle of the distant market and the smell of dust.
His expression looked no different from before. He still looked like a majestic and calm emperor, but his palms hidden under his sleeves had been clenched unconsciously.
"Mo Bai's plan..."
When he spoke, his voice was low, as if it was squeezed out from deep in his throat.
Those eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes of life reflected the increasingly smaller figure in the distance, and a complex emotion surged deep in the eyes.
"Will it succeed?"
Zhu Song stood behind Star Luo Emperor, bowing slightly.
His eyes also fell on the retreating figure, his expression calm and steady.
"Your Highness's strategies are always perfect. This time, with Blood Tiger Douluo and Poison Douluo taking care of them, there will be no mistakes."
His words were pertinent and his tone was firm.
Dai Mobai never does anything he is not sure about. Every layout is closely linked and step by step.
Although this time is dangerous, since he decided to take action, he must be fully confident.
"I hope so."
Star Luo Emperor nodded slightly and loosened his clenched fists slightly.
But after a moment, he tightened his grip again.
"If something really goes wrong with my son..."
His voice suddenly dropped, so low that it was almost blown away by the wind.
But the hidden murderous intention made Zhu Song behind him feel a slight chill down his spine.
"I will do whatever it takes to let the entire Heaven Dou be buried with my son!"
Star Luo Emperor's voice was as solemn as an oath.
At this moment, he is not an emperor who rules a country, but a father who is worried about his son.
In his eyes, there is no country, no country, no power and hegemony, only the worry and ruthlessness of a father!
Zhu Song didn't speak, but bent down a little lower.
He has followed Star Luo Emperor for decades and has never seen him show such an expression.
The murderous intention solidified into reality, making the air on the tower become heavy and oppressive.
After a shaky ride, one morning a week later, Dai Mobai walked into Star Dou Great Forest with Li Yue and Dai Zhenshan.
Morning fog filled the forest, shrouding the towering ancient trees in haze.
The sun shines through the layers of tree canopies, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
Star Dou Great Forest woke up from a deep sleep, and the chirping of birds came and went, echoing among the treetops.
The three people's footsteps stepped on the thick fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.
Li Yue followed Dai Mobai, his right hand always pressed on the short blade at his waist, and his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
Dai Zhenshan was walking at the front. Her golden-red robe was particularly eye-catching in the forest, but her steps were incredibly light. Each step fell silently, not even a fallen leaf was disturbed.
"How many years do you require for Soul Ring?"
Dai Zhenshan took a sip of wine and looked at Dai Mobai beside him.
There was a huge wine gourd hanging on his waist, and he took a few steps and took a sip. The aroma of the wine was mixed with the smell of vegetation in the forest, so it didn't seem out of place.
"One hundred thousand years."
Dai Mobai answered very simply, and his tone was as calm as if he was talking about today's weather.
"One hundred thousand years?!"
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Dai Zhenshan choked on the wine in his throat and kept coughing.
He patted his chest several times before swallowing the sip of wine and looking at Dai Mobai with wide eyes.
"Are you kid still awake?!"
"You have Quasi-Soul Saint, what do you want Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"
His voice rose a little higher, causing the birds on a nearby tree to flutter and fly.
"The number of years that Soul Master absorbs Soul Ring does not depend on the level, but on the body's ability to withstand it."
Dai Mobai had a calm expression on his face and did not hesitate in his steps.
"My Sixth Soul Ring is the 80,000-year-old Soul Ring that can only be absorbed by the Soul Douluo level. Isn't it normal for Seventh Soul Ring to absorb Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?"
When he said this, there was a sense of matter-of-factness in his tone.
His body has gone through Moonlight Tempering, Ice and Fire Tempering, and also taken a large amount of Whale Rubber, and his endurance capacity is far higher than that of Soul Master of the same level.
When Soul Emperor absorbed eighty thousand years Soul Ring, he was still able to do so with ease.
Now Soul Power is approaching level 70, and his physical strength has reached a new level. Absorbing Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is not a foolish dream.
"The concepts of Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast are completely different."
Dai Zhenshan persuaded patiently, with a more serious expression on his face.
"You are indeed very talented, but Quasi-Soul Saint absorbing Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is still too risky!"
There was an elder's concern in his tone, and there was also a trace of unquestionable seriousness.
"I know my uncle is doing it for my own good, but when have you ever seen me do something I'm not sure about?"
Dai Mobai turned around and looked into Dai Zhenshan's eyes, his eyes calm and determined.
"Still..."
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a narrow light flashed in his eyes.
"Uncle, you can't beat Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
Dai Mobai raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of teasing in his tone.
"What can't beat Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?!"
Dai Zhenshan was indeed so excited that he jumped up and almost threw the wine gourd from his waist.
His loud voice echoed in the forest, causing the leaves to rustle down.
"You kid, don't look down on me, your uncle!"
He stared and his beard stood up.
Titled Douluo's dignity cannot be provoked, especially by his own juniors.
"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Right, I'll help you hunt!"
Dai Zhenshan took a sip of wine, patted his chest and responded.
There was a complex expression on his face that was irritated and then suppressed, which looked particularly interesting.
Dai Mobai smiled slightly and said nothing more.
The three of them continued deeper and headed straight in the direction of Core Circle.
Soon, a day passed and the three of them set up camp in a flat open space.