The moment the ninth red-gold soul ring materialized.
Boom!
A concussive air-shattering blast ripped across a radius of a hundred miles, instantly tearing a massive gash into the combined Soul Power Suppression of the Ice Empress and the Snow Empress before blowing it completely apart.
The red-gold soul power presence of Yang Xing and the combined might of the Ice Empress and the Snow Empress each claimed half the sky.
On one side, an icy blue gloom churned with black clouds, carrying a desolate chill that sapped all life.
On the other, a sea of red-gold filled the heavens with a sacred, majestic authority that permeated the entire world.
The Ice Empress's vertical pupils contracted to needle points in that exact instant.
Even the Snow Empress's sky-blue eyes flashed with a rare hint of surprise.
Their gazes locked almost simultaneously onto the nine soul rings at Yang Xing's feet.
Red-gold.
All nine of them were red-gold.
From the first to the ninth, they were uniform, identical, and bizarrely red-gold.
They recognized red! It was the soul ring of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
What about the gold, then?
Soul rings below a hundred thousand years?
No!
Just from the sheer presence radiating from these nine soul rings, any fool could tell that this was definitely not something of a lower tier than a hundred thousand years.
They had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and had witnessed peers surpassing a hundred thousand years being hunted by humans and transforming into soul rings; such soul rings did indeed feature golden halos.
Yet what lay at Yang Xing's feet were no golden halos.
It was a color where red and gold had thoroughly fused into one.
What did this mean?
It meant that the age of every single one of his soul