The azure sky and emerald sea met in a single line at the edge of sight.
Qian Wuji carried Qian Renheng like a golden meteor streaking across the sky, hurtling swiftly through the boundless air above the sea at a shocking speed.
As a Ninety-Ninth Rank peerless Douluo, Qian Wuji fully unleashed his terrifying spiritual perception, deep as an abyss.
His vast spiritual web was like an invisible net that covered the heavens, enveloping every movement in the waters below. It missed not a single trace of aura emitted by high-level Soul Beasts as he searched the endless sea with complete focus for top-tier prey that had cultivated for over a hundred thousand years.
"Xiao Heng."
While maintaining his high-speed flight, Qian Wuji turned to look at Qian Renheng beside him. "Your seventh Soul Ring was already an exceptional hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring. Then the starting point for your eighth Soul Ring absolutely cannot be any lower than your seventh!"
"I have carefully assessed your current physical condition. With that monstrous body of yours, tempered from every angle by Immortal Herbs and two divine bones, absorbing the Soul Ring produced by a Soul Beast with around two hundred thousand years of cultivation will pose absolutely no problem!"
Qian Wuji was not blindly overestimating him. This was an accurate judgment based on fact.
As for the terrifying Soul Shock attached to Soul Rings produced by Soul Beasts over two hundred thousand years old after their deaths?
Qian Wuji did not take it seriously at all.
Don't forget!
Within Qian Renheng's Sea of Consciousness were Ming Ji and Chun Xing, two God-Level Martial Souls with independent intelligence and unfathomable strength!
With those two great figures guarding his Sea of Consciousness, the dying backlash of resentment from a mere Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was as