Seven-Ring Soul Sage, the Wheel Takes Shape

The instant the seventh spirit ring descended, the Dawn Platform cracked open.

Golden cracks spread from beneath Yuan Yu to the edges of the stone platform, and huge chunks of crystal tumbled down the mountainside. Dugu Bo raised a hand to catch two of them and sent them toward an unoccupied stretch of forest.

Yuan Yu did not move.

Seven spirit rings revolved slowly around his body. The newly formed Golden Soul Ring occupied the outermost position, faint divine marks winding around its surface. Every time the light origin entered his meridians, his soul power rose another notch.

Seventy-first level.

Seventy-second level.

Only at the seventy-third level did the increase gradually stop.

Even after his soul power stabilized, his body continued to strengthen.

The power of light released by the seventh spirit ring washed back and forth through his bones, and the burns he had sustained earlier at Thunderclap Academy rapidly scabbed over. Yuan Yu's senses expanded outward. He could hear soul beasts snapping dry twigs in the forest hundreds of meters away.

He tried clenching his right hand.

Scattered motes of light in the air gathered in his palm. They were not particularly hot, yet they coated his entire hand in gold. The flame pattern showed no reaction, but the sun pattern turned gently at the top of the round wheel.

The distinction between light and flame was now absolute.

Yuan Yu opened his eyes, and the Nine-Slot Round Wheel unfolded fully behind him.

It was nearly two meters in diameter, its seven illuminated slots linked end to end, with the sun pattern perched high above. The Sun Wheel Blade stood vertically at its center, its hilt and tip fitting into the upper and lower wheel axes like the central axis of the entire martial soul.

The seventh spirit