However, fierce as that resentment was, it did not cause Ning Chen much trouble.
For one thing, Xiao Wu had been killed while deeply unconscious. She had not endured prolonged fear and torment before her death, so the resentment she left behind was far weaker than that of other hundred-thousand-year soul beasts that died full of hatred.
For another, Ning Chen had once consumed the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew. His spiritual power had long since surpassed that of Soul Masters at his level and was immensely vast.
The resentment crashed against the barriers of his sea of consciousness like waves striking a reef. Though it made quite a commotion, it could not shake them in the slightest.
Ning Chen did not even deliberately resist it. He simply let the resentment wash over him and then quietly dissipate like flowing water.
Several hours passed like this. When the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda finally refined and absorbed the last wisp of blood-red radiance, Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes.
A sharp gleam flashed deep within his eyes before they returned to calm.
Behind him, nine spirit rings rose in succession: yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red!
This configuration had already surpassed the optimal spirit ring configuration universally recognized in the Martial Soul world. It was a configuration that absolutely exceeded the age limits.
In particular, the final Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, as red as fresh blood, was something very few people in the entire Martial Soul world possessed as their ninth spirit ring!
Naturally, this was partly because hundred-thousand-year soul beasts were powerful and difficult to kill. There was also another reason: they were simply too rare.
Even encountering one was difficult, let alone killing it and absorbing its spirit ring!
Even among the successive Supreme