My Soul Skills Seem a Bit Too Numerous...

With Electrolux's assurance, Kong Ming'an no longer hesitated. He slowly walked up to the Beast Sealing Platform and calmly looked at his old man.

Seeing this, Kong Deming said no more. Soul Power surged through his palm as he slapped the Beast Sealing Platform, swiftly undoing several of its core seals.

"Buzz—!"

The Silver White pillar split open, revealing the true form of the Soul Beast inside, bound by countless chains of light and lying dormant.

It was a dragon-type Soul Beast roughly three meters long, its entire body covered in dark spikes and dark silver diamond-shaped scales. Its form was nimble and elegant, while its tail bore joints like barbed thorns.

Perhaps because it had only just crossed the threshold of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast when it was captured and had not yet fully adapted to its strength, extremely faint Spatial Fluctuations still rippled around it.

A Soul Tool Dagger glinting with cold light silently appeared in Kong Ming'an's hand. With a slight flick of his wrist, the dagger became a precise streak of light and instantly pierced the Thorn Dragon's vital point.

There was no struggle, nor was there a roar.

Completely sealed, the Thorn Dragon was nothing more than a lamb awaiting slaughter, incapable of any resistance.

The Thorn Dragon's body merely convulsed violently on instinct before its Life aura rapidly faded away.

After a pause of barely one or two seconds, a deep Soul Ring wreathed in a black halo slowly rose from its corpse.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!

Kong Ming'an did not hesitate. He immediately sat cross-legged, and threads of Soul Power emerged from his body, slowly winding around the Black Soul Ring that contained enormous energy and lingering soul remnants before drawing it toward himself bit by bit.

The Soul Ring settled onto him, and almost instantly, vast energy surged explosively into Kong Ming'an's body.

His body and meridians, tempered through countless trials, thundered as his Vitality moved on its own like boiling lava, reinforcing his body and firmly resisting the impact of that energy.

His own Soul Power began to circulate. Under his absolute control, it steadily guided the violent energy from the Soul Ring into his Dantian for conversion and absorption.

At the same time, the Eye of Life between Kong Ming'an's brows quietly opened. A gray phantom visible only to him stepped out from the Eye of Life and turned its gaze toward the Soul Ring.

That was the intangible realm of the soul.

Upon the Soul Ring, the Thorn Dragon's soul, which had just been unconsciously killed, finally came to its senses. Its silver vertical pupils brimmed with savagery and venomous hatred.

The enmity of being slain could not be resolved. The Thorn Dragon glared fixedly at Ming, continuously gathering what little strength remained, preparing to unleash its most powerful Soul Shock in the next instant!

Yet in the next moment... an incomparably pure and vast gray light, carrying the aura of sacred purification, suddenly rose.

Electrolux made his move.

The Thorn Dragon sensed a powerful threat and almost instinctively assumed a guarded stance. But in the very next moment, a hand condensed from gray light seized the Thorn Dragon's soul.

Before it could even let out a wail, the Thorn Dragon was effortlessly pulled out of the Soul Ring by Electrolux.

It was still the soul of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast. In keeping with the principle of not wasting anything, it was naturally stored away as material for later use.

After putting away the Thorn Dragon's soul, Electrolux's purifying power enveloped the Soul Ring and cleansed away the few remaining soul fragments upon it before quietly returning to the Eye of Life.

The entire process took but an instant. Of those present, only Kong Deming, whose cultivation had reached Rank Ninety-Eight, noticed something. Yet he did not know what had happened and ultimately chose to trust his grandson.

And so, the Soul Shock that most Soul Kings would have needed to treat with utmost caution ended before it could even begin.

The absorption process became smooth, and Kong Ming'an's aura gradually stabilized as he absorbed the ring.

Kong Deming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression gradually relaxing. The Hongchen Siblings beside him also breathed sighs of relief, though they continued to stand silently nearby, staring intently at the figure shrouded in the black glow of the Soul Ring.

Time slowly passed, and the entire absorption process lasted a full three hours.

Perhaps because the Soul Ring he was absorbing this time was somewhat unusual, the space around Kong Ming'an's body occasionally twisted and folded faintly. At times, one or two hair-thin black cracks would even flash past and vanish.

Finally, when the last trace of energy had been completely absorbed, the deep Black Soul Ring sank and disappeared.

Kong Ming'an slowly opened his eyes. Within his ink-dark pupils, countless specks of spatial Silver Light seemed to flash by, making them appear even more unfathomable.

Ignoring the gazes cast his way, Kong Ming'an slightly raised his hand. In the next moment, a Black Soul Ring slowly emerged from his palm and settled firmly around his wrist.

The Ten Thousand Year First Ring!

At this moment, Kong Ming'an had personally shattered the Douluo World's iron rule that a first Soul Ring could only be a hundred-year ring!

Unconsciously, Kong Ming'an lowered his gaze slightly. Looking at the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring in his hand, its light restrained yet unlike ordinary Soul Rings, radiating heart-palpitating power and mysterious Spatial Fluctuations, the corners of his mouth curled upward.

It was exactly the same as the result of Elder Yi's experiment...

Xiao Hongchen said nothing, but his eyes burned as he stared at the genuine Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring in Ming's palm.

Although he usually thought Ming was Blondie, at this moment, he had to admit it...

This Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was seriously cool!

And it looked somewhat different from an ordinary ten-thousand-year ring, too? It even seemed to have silver patterns carrying a spatial aura?

This Soul Ring... he truly wanted it!

At that moment, Xiao Hongchen was already thinking about how to get Ming to teach him this trick!

Kong Deming did not step forward or say anything. He merely looked at Kong Ming'an with gratified eyes.

"Ming'an, Ming'an," Meng Hongchen finally could not hold back and was the first to speak. Her Ice Blue eyes were filled with surprise and curiosity. "You succeeded? What Soul Skill did you get? Is it some powerful spatial ability?"

Miss Meng was as lively as ever. Kong Ming'an did not answer immediately, only knitting his brows slightly as a rare, somewhat strange expression appeared on his face.

He lowered his eyes to the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring in his hand, seemingly carefully sensing and sorting through something.

A moment later, his fingertip lightly traced through the air. In an instant, invisible Spatial Ripples spread outward, yet what they revealed seemed to be more than merely the power of space.

Everyone's gazes fell upon him. Ming still did not respond, and only after quite some time did he raise his head.

Looking at the expectant crowd, Kong Ming'an slowly spoke with uncertain confusion in his voice:

"My Soul Skills seem to be a bit too numerous? Let me sort them out first before I explain?"

In an instant, the atmosphere in the previously peaceful Laboratory became somewhat strange.

"Wait..."

Xiao Hongchen clutched his head, feeling like his brain was starting to grow. "...What do you mean, your Soul Skills are a bit too numerous?"

"Exactly what it sounds like." Kong Ming'an spread his hands, inexplicably helpless. "From what I can currently sense, there are probably double-digit Soul Skills."

"...Huh?"

The people present fell into dead silence.