Completely different from the violent, savage impact of forcibly absorbing a Soul Ring after hunting a soul beast, the energy of the Divine-Bestowed Soul Ring was more like an active fusion. Like seawater filling a dried-up riverbed, it flowed gently through every meridian and acupoint, seeping in and spreading.
The Tianshuang Sword martial soul trembled softly within him, accepting the infusion of energy.
The outline of the Soul Ring gradually took shape around his primary martial soul. A circle of golden radiance slowly gathered, condensing from nothing into a tangible form.
A year ago, when he had absorbed the seventh ring of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Jade Scorpion in the Far North, the pain and tearing sensation had been unforgettable.
But this time was completely different. The Divine-Bestowed Soul Ring's energy was unbelievably gentle. He did not even need to deliberately resist anything; he only needed to relax and let the energy travel through the paths it was meant to take along his meridians.
But gentleness did not mean ease.
Once the Soul Ring's age exceeded one hundred thousand years, the density of its energy began to rise sharply.
The milky-white ball of light in his palm shrank smaller and smaller, yet the energy it released became increasingly dense and heavy.
What flowed through his meridians was no longer "seawater," but "mercury"—viscous, heavy, and filled with tremendous potential energy. Every inch it advanced required him to guide and clear it with his spiritual power.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead. Every muscle in his arms, legs, and back tensed. The Tianshuang Sword martial soul emanated intense cold around him, covering the ground nearby in a layer of white frost.
Affected by the energy of the Divine-Bestowed Soul Ring, that cold became purer and colder. Moisture on the stone platform condensed