"Heh... Anyone can make grand claims. Why not say you'll break through level one hundred and become a god?"
Someone muttered under his breath.
Many knew the legend of becoming a god at level one hundred, but they had always treated it as just that—a legend.
After a long silence, Tang Xiao said, "Tang Si, I hope you remember your goal and strive for it all your life! Second Elder, are there any other conditions?"
Tang Xiao was trying to gloss over the second condition.
Tang Si's heart leaped. Half the task is done! There's hope of settling the grudge between both sides.
The Second Elder and the others said no more on the matter. After a moment's thought, he said, "Fine! We can change it to that."
"For the third condition, I require you to obtain a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring for your eighth ring. Your ninth Soul Ring must also be a hundred thousand years old!"
The Second Elder had never seen a genius reach level sixty-seven before turning nineteen. He saw real hope that the sect could become the Number One Sect Under Heaven, so he set a requirement that seemed impossibly difficult.
Sure enough, nearly everyone in the hall sucked in a cold breath at his demand. Cries rang out everywhere: "That's impossible!"
Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts were exceedingly rare and hard to find, and hunting one was another matter entirely. Beyond all that, an ordinary Soul Master simply could not absorb a hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring as his Eighth Soul Ring.
The energy in a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring would burst a level-eighty Quasi-Soul Douluo from within!
"Ahem, ahem..."
Tang Yuehua coughed, then asked timidly, "Second Elder, esteemed elders, you won't change this third condition again, will you?"
"I won't!" The Second Elder's expression was