Ursula could clearly sense the power within her surging, swelling, and churning at an unprecedented rate.
That power came from the wisp of blood essence and source power of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King, which she had carefully sealed within herself and refined bit by bit.
Now, that power had completely merged into her bloodline.
Her cultivation had already touched that invisible barrier. The Six-Hundred-Thousand-Year Realm.
In the world of Soul Beasts, one hundred thousand years was a threshold, two hundred thousand years was the second, then three hundred thousand, four hundred thousand, and five hundred thousand years—each was an insurmountable chasm. But six hundred thousand years was an absolute cliff that made the vast majority of Soul Beasts shrink back in fear.
The corner of Ursula's mouth twitched slightly, carrying an indescribably complicated emotion.
She had lived for many years. Even back in the Fairy-Tale World, she had already lived for a very long time.
After coming to this world, she had personally witnessed just how cruel its rules were.
When human Soul Masters reached a bottleneck in cultivation, they only needed to find a suitable Soul Ring to break through, steadily and naturally.
But what about Soul Beasts?
Ursula cursed inwardly once again.
Whenever a Soul Beast's strength rose to a new level, it had to face a Heavenly Tribulation.
A Heavenly Tribulation with nine chances of death and only one of survival.
Failure meant being reduced to ashes, without even scraps left behind.
Only by succeeding through sheer luck could one earn the right to keep living.
Why?
Ursula's tentacles suddenly tightened around a protruding reef at the altar's edge, her knuckles turning white. Her heart was filled with rage and unwillingness.
She had lived for so many years and experienced so much. What kind of