Life Could Be Reincarnated, but a Soul Ring Lost Was Gone for Good...

But what if it wasn't a conspiracy?

A Thirty-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, absorbed as a second Soul Ring at that.

With a setup like that, even with only the cultivation of a Great Soul Master, Bai Ran would dare to go head-to-head with a Soul King or even a Soul Emperor.

The highest-year Soul Rings everyone possessed were only Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings. Who was afraid of whom?

What should he do? This was so agonizing.

When profit reached 10%, people began to stir;

When profit reached 50%, people dared to take risks;

When profit reached 100%, they dared to trample every law in the world beneath their feet;

And when profit reached 300%, they did not even fear the gallows.

This Thirty-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, obtainable with nothing more than a nod, undoubtedly represented a profit great enough to make any low-ranking Soul Master's eyes turn red.

Bai Ran: So what if it's a conspiracy? I'll bet I can withstand the soul shock of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

After all, the souls of us extraterrestrial demons were naturally stronger than those of the natives.

Besides, if his life was gone, he could still transmigrate again. But if a Soul Ring was gone, it was truly gone for good.

"Alright."

After weighing the matter and confirming that the benefits far outweighed the drawbacks,

Bai Ran made his decision without hesitation.

"Uh..."

Tang Wutong was still hesitating.

If it were a thousand-year Silver Moon Moth, it would undoubtedly be ugly.

But this was a Thirty-Thousand-Year Silver Moon Moth, and it was even willing to sacrifice itself.

Tang Wutong: Baby, you're so cute~ No, wait, baby, you're so ugly! Baby, you're so cute, baby, you're so ugly...

For a moment, her left and right brains seemed to be locked in combat.

"You'd better think this through. The sacrifice of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast has certain flaws.

Even with Da Ming and me watching from the side, something could still go wrong."

To be safe, Er Ming decided to call Da Ming over as well.

Little did he know that Da Ming had already appeared behind them.

Da Ming had awakened the moment he sensed Er Ming's aura leave the camp.

As an old man over a hundred thousand years old, Da Ming had never needed much sleep.

"What Soul Beast sacrifice?"

"Big Brother, you're here."

Seeing Da Ming arrive, Er Ming immediately seemed to find his backbone.

He explained the entire sequence of events to his elder brother.

"A Silver Moon Moth, offering itself as a sacrifice?"

Da Ming glanced at the Thirty-Thousand-Year Silver Moon Moth.

Although Silver Moon Moths were lower-ranking Soul Beasts descended from Moon Goddess Moths, the bloodline of the Moon Goddess Moth was not particularly powerful. It was even inferior to Er Ming's Titan Giant Ape bloodline.

When Er Ming was thirty thousand years old, he had not possessed such intelligence.

Yet this Silver Moon Moth was so spiritually aware.

Could it be?

Da Ming suddenly recalled that the Icefire Yin Yang Well was nearby.

Could this Silver Moon Moth have been influenced by the Icefire Yin Yang Well?

That was not right. Even Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts had no way through the poisonous miasma outside the Icefire Yin Yang Well. How could a Thirty-Thousand-Year Silver Moon Moth enter and leave it?

Was this Little Three's doing?

As Da Ming muttered to himself, he raised his head and glanced toward the God Realm.

Although Da Ming was uncomfortable with Little Seven becoming the martial soul of an unfamiliar boy, he mostly wanted to properly teach that boy and ensure he treated Little Seven well in the future.

But if Tang San truly intended to scheme even against a child...

For some reason, Da Ming felt a faint chill creep down his back.

Da Ming: Could Tang San be planning to scheme against Er Ming and me as well?

Tang San: Am I really such a terrible person in your eyes?!

Fine, Tang San admitted that he had arranged for this Thirty-Thousand-Year Silver Moon Moth.

He had secretly placed it in the Icefire Yin Yang Well, allowed it to develop considerable intelligence, and then released it.

But Tang San had only done this for his daughter's sake.

A Ten-Thousand-Year second Soul Ring was far more impressive than Tang San's own Ten-Thousand-Year fourth Soul Ring back then.

If he could erase that little brat's consciousness and let his daughter completely take control of the body,

then why would she need some Child of Destiny? Wouldn't the evolved Little Seven be even stronger than a Child of Destiny?

Bai Ran: That's fucking possession!

A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's sacrifice did not produce a Soul Bone, only a Soul Ring.

Even if it did produce a Soul Bone, Bai Ran would not think much of it unless it was an external Soul Bone.

Even if he could not have a full set of Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bones, they should at least be high-quality Soul Bones over fifty thousand years old.

A thirty-thousand-year Soul Bone was somewhat too low in age.

When the sacrifice began,

a formation enveloped Bai Ran.

Tang Wutong, however, was shut out.

Then, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring filled with the resentment of a Soul Beast shot straight toward Bai Ran.

Bai Ran: ???

They were not even bothering to put on an act anymore.

The moment Da Ming realized something was wrong, he prepared to interrupt the formation.

Yet for some reason, a faint divine aura could be sensed within it.

"Little Three, was this your doing?"

It had only been a guess before, but now Da Ming was certain. Tang San had orchestrated this.

Although a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's sacrifice could not be interrupted,

a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's sacrifice was not so particular.

Besides, Da Ming had long since become a god. Even though he had suppressed his realm and descended to the lower world, leaving him with only Demigod cultivation,

a formation erected by a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast burning its soul could never stop him.

And this was supposed to be a sacrifice, so why was the Soul Ring still carrying resentment?

This was clearly a trap set for that child.

But Da Ming quickly understood.

At the end of the day, Bai Ran was merely an outsider. Only Little Seven was family.

Not only should he not be saddened, he should instead celebrate Little Seven's rebirth.

Just as events were unfolding in the direction Tang San had envisioned,

Tang Wutong, who had been isolated outside the formation, suddenly appeared before Bai Ran for some reason.

The Soul Ring filled with a Soul Beast's resentment lunged directly at her.

All the damage from the soul shock fell upon Tang Wutong.

"Ah!"

"Little Seven!"

"Little Seven!"

Bai Ran: Little Seven, you've truly moved me. Once we get back, I'll change it from beating you once a day to beating you once every three days.

"Damn it!"

The situation had originally been perfect, yet under the influence of some mysterious force, Little Seven had actually blocked the "fatal tribulation" for Bai Ran.

With Tang Wutong's current soul strength, she simply could not withstand the soul shock of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

No matter how unwilling he was, Tang San had no choice but to disperse that Soul Beast resentment, then curse in fury.

Bai Ran: You're crying in frustration now.