Condensing a Million-Year Soul Ring was no feat that could be accomplished overnight.
Spring passed and autumn came. Outside, the stars had long shifted in their courses, yet in this sealed underground Secret Realm, time seemed to have lost all meaning.
Three whole months.
Wukong sat motionless, like a statue carved from clay or wood.
The underground ice cavern, once as brilliant as daylight, had now gone dark.
The myriad-year profound ice marrow seemed to have been drained of every last trace of spiritual essence, reduced to deathly white powder scattered across the ground.
The absolute zero that had left even Huo Yuhao helpless in the original story had actually been sucked dry by Wukong!
Hum-!
At the very instant the last wisp of ice-blue primal energy merged into his body.
Wukong's eyes snapped open, and two nearly tangible beams of golden light tore through the surrounding darkness.
A Soul Ring radiating boundless sanctity and majesty, its entire surface flowing with a brilliant golden halo, slowly rose from beneath his feet!
That golden light was not dazzling, yet it carried a lofty standing that towered above all living beings. His million-year Sixth Soul Ring was complete!
"So this is what a Million-Year Soul Ring feels like?"
Wukong stood, raised his hand, and carefully sensed the Million-Year Soul Ring infused with the ultimate laws of space.
Even a cursory examination brought an irrepressible look of wild delight to his normally composed face.
"Those three months of bitter cultivation weren't wasted. These four God Rank Soul Skills are simply heaven-defying!" Wukong could not help throwing back his head and laughing.
All four Soul Skills granted by the Million-Year Soul Ring possessed the ultimate spatial attribute, and not one was a useless scrap!
The first, [Heaven in a Pot].
An art that opened