Wu Qingkong's words brought a trace of surprise to Golden Crocodile's face.
He had tried countless times to break through to Level 99, but had never succeeded.
Golden Crocodile was confident that he was one of the greatest prodigies in the world, with a top-tier beast martial soul and a hundred-thousand-year soul ring of his own.
These advantages already put him far ahead of countless Soul Masters.
Yet his hopes of breaking through remained slim.
He had even prepared himself to remain trapped at Level 98 for the rest of his life.
Sensing Golden Crocodile's surprise, Wu Qingkong stopped keeping him in suspense.
"Senior, as far as I know, once a Soul Master breaks through to Level 90, the soul power within their body is continually compressed into a solid state, forming a soul core!"
"This is the inevitable hallmark of reaching Level 90!"
"A soul core?!"
Hearing the term, Golden Crocodile looked bewildered.
This was the first time he had heard such a term.
In this era, research into the various aspects of Soul Masters had yet to be conducted comprehensively.
The mention of a soul core left Golden Crocodile stunned.
But he could hardly be blamed. After all, this was knowledge belonging to Soul Masters ten thousand years in the future.
Although surprised, Golden Crocodile soon understood what Wu Qingkong meant.
There was indeed a gulf as vast as heaven and earth between a Titled Douluo and a Soul Douluo.
Beyond the difference in cultivation level, the quality of their soul power was on an entirely different scale!
Yet no one had ever known why it was different.
Hearing Wu Qingkong speak of soul cores, Golden Crocodile felt he had found some answers.
There was indeed a small object inside his body formed from compressed soul power.
*That