Ten-Thousand-Year Fourth Soul Ring

Xiao Wu was still immersed in the joy of breaking through level forty. She skipped around by the lake, humming an unfamiliar little tune.

Only after she had bounced around enough did Nezha speak. "Xiao Wu, why not strike while the iron's hot and condense your fourth Soul Ring too?"

Xiao Wu stopped and turned to look at him. "Now?"

"Now." Nezha nodded. "You've just absorbed the Immortal Herb, and the Soul Power in your body is at its peak. If you condense a Soul Ring now, its quality can only be higher, not lower."

He was not saying that casually.

With Nezha's help over the past few years, Xiao Wu had consistently trained her physique. Though she was not as monstrous as Nezha, as a transformed Soft Bone Rabbit, her physical strength far surpassed that of Soul Masters at the same level.

By Nezha's estimate, Xiao Wu's fourth Soul Ring could already withstand power beyond ten thousand years.

Moreover, Xiao Wu was different from human Soul Masters.

For humans to obtain a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, they had to kill a Soul Beast and endure the dying beast's spiritual shock. One careless mistake could cause a mental collapse.

But Xiao Wu herself was a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. The energy within her had long been sufficient; it would only be released once her level reached the threshold, autonomously condensing into a Soul Ring.

There was no spiritual shock and no risk of absorption. All it took was a single thought.

"Alright, then I'll condense it now." Xiao Wu excitedly rubbed her hands together and sat cross-legged again.

She closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and slowly guided the surging Soul Power within her back into her dantian.

Gradually, a faint pink glow appeared over the surface of her body.

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