"Such an aura—you actually broke through to Soul Ancestor?"
"Damn, I almost thought I'd sensed it wrong just now!"
"This kid was only level thirty-seven when he left a few months ago. Who would've thought that in barely half a year, he'd already reached the realm of a four-ringed Soul Ancestor?"
"The quality of this Soul Power is absurdly strong. Even the powerful Soul Emperors I encountered before weren't this outrageous."
As the various worship elders expressed their amazement one after another,
Lingyuan Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, and the others finally came to their senses, their hearts jolting as well.
This growth rate was far too terrifying. An eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor—even if they had begun cultivating from the womb, practicing twenty-four hours a day without pause, they would not dare claim they could reach the Soul Ancestor realm by the age of eleven. Yet Tang Chuan had done it.
Ling Yuan snorted, pursed her lips, and folded her arms, looking slightly unhappy. "Those guys are awful. They must have gone off somewhere to have fun behind my back!"
Last time, she had been away for a while on a mission assigned by Spirit Hall, so she had not stayed by Tang Chuan's side.
She had never expected to miss the exciting moment when Tang Chuan broke through level forty.
Judging from the look on the kid's face, it was obvious he had gained quite a lot.
Meanwhile, Bibi Dong wore an elegant and luxurious palace gown embroidered with purple-gold phoenix patterns. Its fabric was made from rare cloud-brocade spirit satin, heavy in texture yet as smooth to the touch as flowing water. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with intricate auspicious clouds and phoenix nirvana patterns in gold thread.
She sat in the seat of honor,