Once the God-Bestowed Soul Ring reached the hundred-thousand-year stage, its transformation began to slow noticeably.
Lu Yuan circulated his soul power and pushed with all his might, driving it to the six-hundred-thousand-year stage. The further he went, the harder it became.
He began drawing on his martial soul's power. A purple-black dragon silhouette circled above his head, letting out rolling dragon roars.
Lu Yuan ground his way forward bit by bit. This thing tested the absolute limits of what his body could withstand.
Then he would give it everything he had and grind all the way to the end.
When he obtained his eighth soul ring, Lu Yuan had relied on his martial soul and soul bones to grind it up to five hundred thousand years.
His ninth soul ring did not necessarily have to reach a million years, but surely it had to start at seven hundred thousand, at least?
Besides, when the Ice Empress sacrificed herself earlier, he had even used the portion of her essence originally meant to form a soul bone to temper his body and build up his soul power.
He really had no interest in the Ice Empress's soul bone.
It might possess ultimate ice, but he already had a soul bone from the Snow Empress. There was no need.
Besides, how could the Ice Empress's soul bone be anywhere near as enticing as a true dragon soul bone starting at several hundred thousand years?
With the support of his martial soul's power, the soul ring's age began climbing slowly again.
Six hundred and fifty thousand years, seven hundred thousand years, seven hundred and fifty thousand years...
But it was not enough. Nowhere near enough!
He abruptly activated his soul bones.
By now, he had absorbed soul bones for every part of his body