The Target of the Seventh Soul Ring!

When Li Long returned from the Icefire Yin-Yang Well to Spirit City, he sent no advance message and descended directly from the sky onto the square before the Papal Palace.

After folding away his dragon wings, he strode through the corridor, stopped at the study door, and knocked twice. Upon hearing Qian Shengyuan's voice from within, he pushed the door open and entered.

Qian Shengyuan sat behind the long desk, holding a report that had just arrived from the Eastern Sea Region Sub-Hall. When he saw Li Long enter, he set down the document and gave him a once-over.

His gaze paused briefly on the Soul Power fluctuations circulating around Li Long before he spoke. "Level seventy?"

"Just reached it." Li Long sat in the chair before the desk. "The spiritual energy of the Icefire Yin-Yang Well, coupled with a year and a half of sparring rotations with Titled Douluo, let me accumulate faster than before. The barrier at level sixty-nine had been loosening for months, and I broke through it this morning."

Qian Shengyuan nodded, pushed the report on the desk aside, and leaned back in his chair as he looked at Li Long. "The matter of your seventh Soul Ring?"

"Yes." Li Long did not beat around the bush. "After level seventy, the seventh soul skill is fixed as the Martial Soul Avatar. The age of the Soul Ring directly determines the upper limit of the Martial Soul Avatar's strength. I want to push the age as high as possible—if I can, I want to absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring directly."

Qian Shengyuan's fingers tapped twice against the armrest.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was a universally acknowledged dividing line in the world of soul masters.

The gap between ten thousand and one hundred thousand years was not merely