The sea wind howled, and the waves churned.
Across the boundless waters of the Demonic Whale Sea, now stained red with blood, the violent vortex of energy finally began to subside.
Time passed, second by second. Qian Renheng sat cross-legged atop the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King's enormous corpse, as still as an ancient statue.
The dense crimson light enveloping him, so rich it seemed ready to drip blood, followed his long, deep breaths and flowed into his body without a trace left behind, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.
Hum!
With a clear hum that shook the nine heavens, a pressure powerful enough to change the color of heaven and earth erupted from Qian Renheng's body!
Then nine dazzling Soul Rings rose slowly from beneath his feet. Radiating suffocating pressure, they moved steadily up and down around him in a rhythm at once mysterious and imposing.
His First Soul Ring was deep purple, as was his Second. His third, fourth, fifth, and Sixth Soul Rings were black as bottomless abysses.
And finally... three blinding red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, as though cast from pure blood!
Purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red, red!
All nine Soul Rings shone together, lighting up the gloomy Demonic Whale Sea.
Such an appalling Soul Ring Configuration, if seen by the outside world, would shatter every Soul Master's understanding in an instant. It might even scare to death those so-called theoretical Grandmasters who fancied themselves pillars of the Martial Soul World!
From the moment Qian Renheng absorbed his First Soul Ring, his absurdly powerful constitution and God-Level Martial Soul had trampled the Soul Master World's cherished theory of the optimal Soul Ring Configuration into dust.
While others still struggled to find a Ten Thousand-Year Soul Beast for their Seventh Soul Ring, he