After Feng Wu finished speaking, her phantom faded a bit more. The light throughout the entire grand hall dimmed in response, resembling a lamp that had burned too long, its oil finally reaching the bottom.
Xiao Cheng looked down at the dark golden soul ring in his hand. The patterns across the ring's surface shimmered with a warm luster, but its texture remained somewhat ephemeral, carrying a faint, translucent quality at the edges.
He could feel a heavy energy slowly breathing within, like a sleeping young beast, requiring time to awaken.
Xiao Cheng had already rapidly calculated this ledger in his heart.
With his current cultivation speed, breaking through to level sixty could not possibly wait for a divine-bestowed soul ring to mature—at most a few months, and his soul power would naturally push to the sixty-level threshold.
It was impossible for Xiao Cheng to suppress his cultivation just to wait for this soul ring to mature; doing so would be putting the cart before the horse. Moreover, his initial positioning for this divine-bestowed soul ring should not have been his sixth ring.
His true preference was the position of the seventh soul ring.
The Martial Soul Avatar was one of the most important qualitative change nodes on a soul master's path. Such a soul ring slot deserved this special divine-bestowed soul ring, and this divine-bestowed soul ring was also sufficient to give his Martial Soul Avatar a foundation far surpassing soul masters of the same level.
As for the sixth soul ring, the void star beast Yaoguang had previously only endowed Xiao Cheng with one soul ring, and this species still had quite a bit of potential to be tapped; endowing Xiao Cheng with another sixth ring would not be a waste.
Beyond that, Xiao Cheng also considered another