Lu Yuan nodded slightly and asked, "When will my Soul Rings be able to grow on their own?"
"I don't know, but I have a feeling that as your cultivation continues to rise, your Soul Rings will eventually grow stronger," the Ice Empress said, shaking her head.
"I always feel like you're just brushing me off."
Lu Yuan muttered, temporarily setting aside the matter of the Ice Dragon King. "Can your origin power be used to increase the age of my other Martial Soul's Soul Rings?"
"No problem. Which Soul Rings do you want to raise?" the Ice Empress asked confidently.
Lu Yuan thought for a moment. "Raise the first Soul Ring to the limit my body can withstand. As for the other four, use your judgment."
The first Soul Ring had come from a Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff, and its Soul Skill was the Domination Domain. Its effect was quite good, but because it was only a hundred-year Soul Ring, its duration was far too short—barely a minute.
If its age were increased, the Soul Skill's duration would undoubtedly be greatly extended.
"Alright. Find a place to meditate, or just go to sleep. I'm starting now."
The Ice Empress answered and began controlling her origin power, allowing it to seep into the Soul Rings of Lu Yuan's Sky-Holding Spear.
The power of her origin entered the Soul Rings bit by bit, slowly raising their ages.
Lu Yuan only felt warm all over, incredibly comfortable, and simply went to bed.
Who knew how much time had passed.
He opened his eyes, rose from the bed, and silently called out to the Ice Empress in his mind. "Are you done?"
The Ice Empress said, "Done. I raised your first Soul Ring to a hundred thousand years, your second to twenty thousand years,