Zhang Lexuan then looked at Ma Xiaotao, Ling Luochеn and others:
"Xiaotao, Luo Chen, you lead the others to rest at Dragon City and wait for us to return. Once we return, we will immediately leave to report to the academy."
No one has any objection to Zhang Lexuan's decision.
A strong man of Soul Douluo level personally escorts him, and obtaining a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring is absolutely foolproof.
Although Ma Xiaotao also wanted to go, she knew that Zhang Lexuan's decision was the safest, so she nodded in agreement:
"Okay, Sister Lexuan, be careful, we are waiting here."
The arrangements were made, and everyone dispersed to prepare.
Yin Chen returned to the room, ostensibly packing his luggage, but his mind sank into the sea of spirit.
In the boundless pale golden spiritual world, the figure of Istaroth is still sitting lazily on the stone steps that seem to have existed forever, with one hand supporting his chin, and his golden eyes half-opened and half-closed, as if he was dozing off.
"Istaroth."
Yin Chen asked directly in his heart.
"You promised me before that my fourth Soul Skill would allow me to benefit from the muddy waters of Far North? Is it really enough to rely on a new Soul Skill? Don't let me get in without reaping the benefits."
Istaroth didn't even raise his eyelids completely, and a lazy voice sounded directly in Yin Chen's mind, with a sense of matter-of-factness:
"No need to worry, I have read the script. What you are worried about will not happen. When you get the fourth Soul Ring, you will naturally have the ability to get involved. It is useless to think about it now."
She even yawned a little, with a tone that sounded like "don't disturb my purity":
"What's going on specifically? You'll know after you get the fourth Soul Ring and try it yourself?"
After saying that, she continued to hold her chin up and stared blankly at the changing starry sky in the sea of spirit, completely ignoring Yin Chen.
Yin Chen has long been accustomed to Istaroth's fishing style.
His own Martial Soul is Istaroth. She knows the effect of Soul Skill.
As for Future Sight?
Even though Istaroth is not accustomed to the environment in this world, he is still the great master of Time System. He has basic skills and is nothing to make a fuss about.
'Forget it, let's wait until we get the fourth Soul Ring.'
Yin Chen no longer hesitates. Anyway, he will get the fourth Soul Ring right away. Since Istaroth is unwilling to disclose it, there is no need for him to ask.
After all, beings like Istaroth, who have the power to control time, have their own set of rules. If they reveal future information at will, sooner or later, they will suffer the backlash of time.
He calmed down and focused all his attention on the upcoming trip to Far North.
Whether it is to obtain the fourth Soul Ring, or to take advantage of the game between the Wangsheng Hall and Far North Soul Beast, this time, he must take the initiative to obtain the maximum benefit for himself.
Soon, Zhang Lexuan came knocking on the door.
The two of them did not waste any time. After saying a brief farewell to Ma Xiaotao and others, they quietly left Dragon City and headed towards Extreme North, which was covered with endless ice and snow and had surging undercurrents.
Just as Yin Chen and Zhang Lexuan left Dragon City and headed towards the windy and snowy Extreme North.
Far away in the depths of the Jingyang Mountain Range within the territory of the Sun Moon Empire, a battle that can be called the pinnacle level of the Douluo Continent is going on.
Xia Die stands quietly on a cliff.
She was wearing Holy Spirit Cult Death Saintess's exclusive black robe, but this serious outfit could not cover up her stunning appearance at all.
At only eleven years old, her figure has already begun to take shape and is exquisite.
Her long hair showed a dreamlike gradient from silver to deep purple, and the ends of her hair were like the purple light soaked in the night sky.
She has a pair of pointed, elf-like ears, which add a bit of inhuman mystery and etherealness.
Those purple eyes were as deep as stars, calmly overlooking the battle in the valley below. There was no emotion on the childish but already charming face, as if an indifferent god was observing the farce of the mortal world.
In terms of appearance alone, even Gu Yuena, which is known as the No. 1 vanilla list Douluo Continent, is nothing more than that.
Beside her, Scarlet Douluo Feiyan was also staring intently, with a trace of awe and fanaticism on his face that was difficult to conceal.
Being able to witness the mainland's top powerhouse and Holy Spirit Cult's chief worshiper Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao take action was a rare opportunity for her, Titled Douluo.
In the valley, the originally clear sky was eroded by a thick darkness, and the biting wind howled.
Compared with the old man who was quietly suspended in mid-air, with meticulous silver hair and a face as rosy as a baby, his opponent looked extremely embarrassed and desperate.
That is "Dark Prison Demon Owl" whose cultivation has reached 100,000 years.
This is a top-level flying Soul Beast that lives in a dark place. It looks like an owl that has been enlarged dozens of times, but its entire body is covered with jet-black feathers that are like woven shadows, and the edges of the feathers are flashing with ominous purple lines.
Its wings spread out, as if they could cover the sky. When they waved, they not only brought up hurricanes, but also scattered countless corrosive dark energy feathers.
The most frightening thing is its huge, completely pale white pupils. There are no pupils, only endless silence and resentment, which can directly impact the opponent's soul.
It emits a silent scream, which is an attack that directly affects the mental level. Ordinary Soul Master will have a mental breakdown even if he just hears the aftermath.
However, Soul Beast, the one hundred thousand-year-old top-level darkness that even Super Douluo was waiting for, became extremely weak in front of Long Xiaoyao.
Long Xiaoyao and even Martial Soul Avatar have not been used.
He just hung there calmly, his hands still behind his back.
"Ah--!!!"
Accompanied by a soul-rending scream, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Dark Prison Demon Owl fully demonstrated its ferocious power.
Its dark wings that covered the sky and the sun suddenly flapped, not bringing up ordinary airflow, but setting off a substantial wave of darkness.
Wherever this wave passed, the towering ancient trees seemed to have been poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, instantly withering, carbonizing, and then turning into fly ash.
The surface of the hard rock made a "chichi" sound and was corroded into countless potholes.
The sky was completely dark, as if it had entered eternal night in advance. Only Dark Prison Demon Owl's pale eyes were like two hell moons, hanging in the darkness, exuding the suffocating pressure of death.
Countless feathers condensed from pure darkness Soul Power poured down like a torrential rain. Each feather had the terrifying effect of corroding the flesh and eroding Soul Power, completely covering the space where Long Xiaoyao was located. Countless deep pits were plowed into the ground, and smoke and dust mixed with dark energy rose into the sky.
Faced with an attack that could annihilate an army, Long Xiaoyao finally no longer just carried his hands behind his back.
A low dragon roar came out of his mouth. It wasn't loud, but it seemed to resound directly in the depths of his soul.