Refreshed and Invigorated, Profound Ice Dragon Soar!

Far North, Core Area.

"Human, you're impressive. You wounded me this badly with only the cultivation of a Soul Emperor. You have every right to be proud! Unfortunately, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is more than you can handle!"

On the frozen plain, an ice-blue dragon dozens of meters long stared at the tiny human before him.

The young man wore blue. His long white hair was tied behind his head and streamed in the wind. He held an ice-blue spear, and the phantom of an Ice Dragon circled behind him. Though drenched in blood, he stood firm, his fighting spirit undiminished.

Suddenly, the spear of Ultimate Ice in his hand dissolved into a shower of icy fragments.

"What? Giving up? Very well. I'll make it quick!"

With that, the dragon opened his enormous jaws. A massive ball of ice formed, ready to launch.

"Give up? Heh. I don't think I'm going to die here today. I've never felt so refreshed and invigorated. It's as if I can see a new beginning!"

The next instant, snow and ice from every direction began converging around the young man.

Ice-attributed energy from across the Far North seemed to rush toward him.

Ice formed a pair of Ice Wings that spread behind his back.

The young man rose slowly into the air until he was eye to eye with the dragon.

Then the power of ice gathered behind him, taking the form of nine dragons, each a hundred zhang long.

"Profound Ice Dragon Soar!"

With a shout, the young man sent the nine ice dragons roaring toward his foe, bearing the terrifying might of Ultimate Ice.

The nine ice dragons hurtled at him with devastating force.

The Hundred-Thousand-Year Ice Dragon was stunned. He had never expected the badly wounded young man to unleash such a powerful attack.

But it was too late. They were too close, and the Ice Dragon had no time to dodge.

Boom!

With a deafening crash, all nine ice dragons struck the Ice Dragon.

The impact sent him flying backward. Blood sprayed from his mouth, and he was left barely clinging to life.

Ling Han let out a breath and slowly landed.

An ice spear appeared in his hand once more, and he walked toward the Ice Dragon.

The Ice Dragon could no longer resist. He could only watch Ling Han approach.

He lacked even the strength to speak and could only glare at Ling Han in fury.

Ling Han reached him, raised the spear, and drove it down without hesitation.

Squelch! The spear pierced the Ice Dragon's skull, sending blood everywhere.

The Ice Dragon struggled a few times, then breathed his last.

Ling Han withdrew his spear. A blood-red Soul Ring appeared above the Ice Dragon's corpse: a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

The sight stirred a flood of emotion in Ling Han.

Eighteen years after crossing into this world, he had finally come this far.

Yes, Ling Han had come from another world. He was not a native of the Douluo Continent.

Eighteen years ago, Ling Han had arrived here as an orphan.

At six, he had awakened his Martial Soul with the help of Spirit Hall personnel.

His system had appeared at the same time.

It had given him a template called [Ice Emperor Hai Bodong Template].

The template granted him extraordinary gifts: the Ice Dragon King Martial Soul, Ultimate Ice, and Innate Full Soul Power.

It also granted him a trait: [Angel Investor].

As the name suggested, the trait let him invest.

Not in businesses, but in other people's futures.

Just as Hai Bodong had invested in Xiao Yan and eventually reaped the rewards, Ling Han could invest in those blessed by fortune and receive returns.

The [Angel Investor] trait made every such investment a sure success. Anyone blessed by fortune whom Ling Han helped would repay even the smallest kindness many times over.

The trait was clearly made for winning over Tang San.

But Ling Han was twelve years older than Tang San. Back then, Tang San had not even been born, so Ling Han had been forced to make his own way and grow stronger.

Now eighteen, Ling Han was a level-seventy Soul Saint candidate. Once he absorbed the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring before him, he would break through to Soul Saint and become the youngest Soul Saint on the continent!

Ling Han put the thought aside, sat cross-legged in the Core Area of the Far North, and began absorbing the Soul Ring.

He circulated his Ultimate Ice Soul Power, drawing the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring toward him.

The blood-red ring settled around Ling Han, then slowly merged into his body.

Agony tore through his meridians. For an instant, Ling Han felt as though they might burst.

He gritted his teeth and endured, circulating his Soul Power to suppress the ring.

Ultimate Ice's suppressive effect on ordinary ice attributes went without saying.

Though the Ice Dragon was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, his ice was not Ultimate Ice. The Soul Power in his ring therefore had little effect on Ling Han.

The real challenge was Soul Shock.

Ling Han closed his eyes and sank his awareness into his Sea of Consciousness.

There, the phantom of an Ice Dragon slowly appeared.

The Ice Dragon glared at Ling Han with hatred that reached the marrow of his bones.

"You damned human! I'll kill you!"

With a roar, the Ice Dragon's lingering soul lunged at Ling Han.

Ling Han had no intention of waiting to die.

Within his own Sea of Consciousness, he was the master!

At a thought, an ice spear appeared in his hand.

"I killed you once. I can kill you again!"

Ling Han thrust the spear at the Ice Dragon.

Claw met spear with an ear-splitting screech, scattering sparks.

The clash shook the entire Sea of Consciousness.

Spear in hand, Ling Han fought with growing ferocity, driving the Ice Dragon back again and again.

The Ice Dragon was only a wisp of a lingering soul. How could he stand against Ling Han?

At last, nine ice dragons appeared behind Ling Han once more.

"Profound Ice Dragon Soar!"

At Ling Han's shout, the nine ice dragons plunged toward the Ice Dragon.

"No!"

As the Ice Dragon wailed, his lingering soul scattered completely, turning into motes of starlight that merged into Ling Han's Sea of Consciousness.

The most dangerous stage was over. All that remained was to absorb the Soul Ring completely.

Meanwhile, the Ice Dragon's body outside began to change.

An ice-blue glow spread across his right arm.

A moment later, an exceptionally intact right arm bone emerged. It radiated cold and an imposing pressure as it floated toward Ling Han.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Ice Dragon right arm bone!

The Soul Bone drifted to Ling Han of its own accord and began merging with him while he was still absorbing the Soul Ring.

Ling Han felt a foreign stream of Soul Power pour into his body.

Unlike the resentful Soul Power from the Ice Dragon's ring, this energy was much gentler.

Ling Han absorbed it alongside the rest.

Three hours later, Ling Han opened his eyes.

His wounds had healed, and his Soul Power had returned to its peak.

He rose, stretched, and felt the strength within him. He nodded in satisfaction.

"Level seventy-six. Not bad."

As he spoke, Ling Han released his Martial Soul.

The phantom of the Ice Dragon King appeared behind him, followed by seven Soul Rings.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red. The seven rings lined up in perfect order.

The seventh ring, crimson red, shone brightest of all.

A Hundred Thousand Year seventh ring. If word got out, it would shake the entire continent.