A blood-red 100,000-year Soul Ring condensed from the Ten-Black Collapse Snail's corpse. Meng Chen immediately sat cross-legged and began absorbing it.
At a signal from Xiao Wu, Da Ming and Er Ming immediately held down the Thunder Hell Vine, preventing it from summoning Heavenly Thunder and disturbing Meng Chen's absorption of the Soul Ring.
"Don't make any noise and disturb A-Chen, understand?"
Big Sis Xiao Wu threatened in a low voice.
Under Big Sis's coercion, the Thunder Hell Vine had no choice but to quiet down. It even suppressed the skies above dozens of square kilometers of Thunder Marsh, stopping the thunder from rumbling.
For the first time since Thunder Marsh had formed ten thousand years ago, a patch of pure tranquility appeared.
Meng Chen used his Soul Power to draw in the Soul Ring and absorb its energy, the entire process going incredibly smoothly.
Ever since his Soul Power had reached rank eighty, combined with the physical enhancements provided by Soul Bones such as Thunder Kui, absorbing a 100,000-year Soul Ring no longer brought him any pain.
His meridians had been widened and made sturdier and more resilient, allowing him to smoothly accommodate the Ten-Black Collapse Snail's flow of energy.
It was simply too vast in quantity, so Meng Chen could only absorb it slowly...
That night, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The window stood open, and the night wind poured through it, carrying the fresh fragrance of mountain grass and trees soaked in dew.
Most of the moonlight outside had been obscured by clouds, leaving only a sliver shaped like a curved blade.
Yet even that sliver drew Zhu Zhuqing's endless admiration.
Because... was he looking at this same moon, just like her?
Zhu Zhuqing stood by the window, both hands resting on the sill.
She