Independent Condensation of Soul Rings

The golden radiance was dazzling, like the midday sun, illuminating the entire ancestral hall as if it were broad daylight!

Moreover, this golden hue continued to deepen, shifting from pale gold to bright gold, then to crimson gold, finally coalescing into a pillar of light so intense it was nearly tangible, erupting from the Awakening Stone toward the heavens!

"Innate full soul power! Level ten!" Chu Yunshan's voice trembled.

A deathly silence fell over the ancestral hall.

The five clan elders and the level eighty-three Soul Douluo, Chu Yuntian, all stood frozen in place, unable to speak for a long time.

Innate full soul power, level ten.

Everyone present knew exactly what these seven words signified.

In the history of the Douluo Continent, every soul master with innate full soul power, provided they did not fall prematurely, would eventually stand at the pinnacle of this world.

Title Douluo was the minimum standard.

Super Douluo and Limit Douluo were their true destinations.

What was even more terrifying was that Chu Yan's martial soul was no ordinary one, but the Yan Divine Weapon, something even a Soul Douluo could not fathom!

A powerful martial soul of unknown grade, paired with innate full soul power...

What did this mean?

It meant that a true genius—a genius capable of changing the landscape of the continent—had been born into their Chu Clan!

"Hahahaha!"

Chu Yuntian was the first to snap out of his stupor, throwing his head back and laughing, his voice filled with wild joy and pride.

He strode over to Chu Yan, hoisted his six-year-old son high above his head, and declared in a voice as resonant as a bell, "Good! Good! Good! The proudest moment of my life, Chu Yuntian, is having a son like you!"

Suspended in the air by his father, Chu Yan felt a bit embarrassed.

Although his body was only six, his soul was that of a twenty-year-old adult; being held like this felt rather strange.

However, looking at his father's heartfelt joy, the shocked yet gratified expressions of the elders, and the worshipful, happy little face of Xu Xiaoyan...

Chu Yan's lips curled upward, and his heart warmed.

This was home.

"Elders." Chu Yuntian set Chu Yan down, turned to the five elders, and said with a burning gaze, "The results of Yan'er's martial soul awakening are to be classified as the Chu Clan's highest secret. No one present today is to breathe a word of this to outsiders."

"That goes without saying." Chu Yunshan nodded heavily.

The five elders were shrewd men; they naturally understood the stakes.

A powerful genius with innate full soul power and an unknown martial soul would inevitably invite endless trouble if hostile factions or those disgusting powers were to find out.

Especially in this era, which appeared peaceful but was actually rife with undercurrents.

"And Xiaoyan." Chu Yuntian looked at the little girl hiding behind Chu Yan, his tone softening. "Xiaoyan, you heard as well. Do not tell anyone about Brother Yan for now, including your father, alright?"

Though young, Xu Xiaoyan was born into a prominent family and understood the gravity of the situation through osmosis.

She nodded earnestly, her little face set in a serious expression, and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Chu! Xiaoyan won't tell anyone! This is a secret between Xiaoyan and Brother Yan!"

"Good girl." Chu Yuntian ruffled Xu Xiaoyan's hair and laughed. "It's getting late. I'll see you home, and tomorrow I'll have Yan'er visit the Xu Clan to see you."

"Mm!" Xu Xiaoyan replied, but she didn't rush off. Instead, she turned to look at Chu Yan.

She stood on her tiptoes, leaned into Chu Yan's ear, and whispered, "Brother Yan, you're so amazing! I'm going to become very strong too, so I can stand by your side!"

The warm breath against his ear made Chu Yan feel as if something in his heart had been gently touched.

He quickly suppressed his emotions. No, no, she's not even six yet! Are you trying to electrocute me?!

He reached out, pinched Xu Xiaoyan's cheek, and smiled. "Alright, Brother Yan will be waiting for you."

Only then did Xu Xiaoyan leave, satisfied, following Chu Yuntian. She didn't forget to look back and wave at Chu Yan when they reached the door.

As they walked, Chu Yuntian laughed loudly:

"My son, Chu Yan, has the potential to become a Titled Douluo!"

Late at night.

Chu Yan sat cross-legged on his bed, clutching the dark golden Yan Divine Weapon in his hand.

After the awakening ceremony, the Yan Divine Weapon had transformed into a golden mark branded onto his palm.

As long as he willed it, the mark would manifest into a physical staff for him to wield.

This sense of blood-bound connection brought him immense peace of mind.

"Yan Divine Weapon..." Chu Yan muttered to himself, closing his eyes to carefully organize the information in his mind.

The Yan Divine Weapon had nine forms, from the first form, Phantom Sword Style, to the ninth form, Immortal Rival. Each stage required a corresponding level of spiritual consciousness and insight into the laws to unlock.

However, it was clear that its power in the Douluo world was not as formidable as it had been in the Swallowed Star universe; it had been nerfed by who knew how many versions.

What originally required spiritual consciousness had become spiritual power here, and the Laws of Metal and Space had transformed into the Yan Divine Weapon's unique Ultimate Metal attribute and spatial attribute.

With his current level ten innate full soul power, his spiritual strength was barely enough to perceive the threshold of the first form, Phantom Sword Style.

"A small sword... With my current mental power, controlling one should be the limit," Chu Yan calculated in his heart.

He did not rush to attempt it, instead first circulating the Chu Clan's ancestral soul power cultivation method to stabilize the martial soul he had just awakened.

Soul power flowed slowly through his meridians, warm and full.

The golden mark transformed from the Yan Divine Weapon hovered within his dantian, surrounded by a faint golden mist, emanating an ancient and domineering aura.

"Wait..."

"It seems I can condense... a soul ring!"

When this thought appeared in his mind, Chu Yan was stunned. The energy of the Yan Divine Weapon was simply too vast; even though it had been compressed to the extreme, there was still a portion of energy that simply could not be suppressed.

One must know that on the Douluo Continent, there were only two possibilities for obtaining a soul ring without hunting a soul beast or absorbing a soul spirit from the Spirit Pagoda.

One was a soul beast in human form, as only they could autonomously condense their first seven soul rings.

The other possibility was a God-given soul ring, though even that was not something the martial soul condensed on its own.

Of course, there was one special case: the fifth soul ring of the Tang Buddha Ancestor, which belonged to the category of origin condensation.

"Then I shall try; if this is the case, that would be even better!" Chu Yan muttered, then focused his essence, energy, and spirit, concentrating all his mental power into the Yan Divine Weapon in his hand.

Time ticked by second by second, and before he knew it, it was late at night.

Suddenly, a surge of energy condensed from the Yan Divine Weapon, and immediately following that, a deep yellow soul ring emerged.

That suddenly appearing deep yellow soul ring hovered around him, rotating slowly and emitting a faint halo.

The color of the soul ring was deep and rich, faintly revealing a hint of gold; it did not look at all like something that had just been condensed.

"Is this... really my first soul ring?"

Chu Yan was both shocked and delighted.

He had never heard of a soul master being able to condense a soul ring solely through their martial soul without the aid of a soul beast or soul spirit; even the legendary God-given soul rings required the gift of a deity or a special opportunity.

Of course, the fan fiction he read in his past life was another matter entirely—that was just the power of the author at work.

Moreover, the age of this soul ring far exceeded the norm!

In the world of the Douluo Continent, very few people had a first soul ring exceeding five hundred years.

Because beyond that limit, the violent energy of the soul ring would exceed the tolerance limit of a soul master's body.

Of course, this rule was not absolute.

Some exceptional geniuses whose physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, and whose mental power was also not low, could withstand soul rings of higher ages.

Naturally, one could also "pay to win" by consuming rare treasures, such as whale glue, which could increase the age limit of a soul ring.

But even so, most were between five hundred and six hundred years, a rarity across the entire continent.

After all, there were not many who possessed both the required mental power and physical constitution, and even fewer who could afford to pay to win.

And the color of this soul ring of Chu Yan's...

Deep yellow, representing a soul ring age between seven hundred and eight hundred years!

"Seven hundred and fifty years, more than three hundred years higher than the limit for an ordinary soul master's first soul ring..." Chu Yan guessed in his heart.

If this figure were to get out, it would be enough to shake the entire soul master world.

But what Chu Yan was focused on at this moment was not the age of the soul ring, but something else.

That was the soul skill attached to the soul ring.

Every soul ring would grant a soul master at least one soul skill; this was an immutable rule of the Douluo Continent.

Chu Yan closed his eyes, sinking his mental power into his dantian to perceive the information contained within that deep yellow soul ring.

Hum—

His mind exploded with a roar!