If their first soul spirit could evolve to the thousand-year level, it meant their first soul ring would turn purple along with it.
For any low-ranking soul master, that was enough to change the course of their future.
A thousand-year soul spirit could provide more soul skills and reduce a soul master's dependence on new soul spirits for a long time.
If their spiritual power could reach the Spirit Sea Realm in the future, then theoretically, they would have a chance to accommodate multiple thousand-year soul spirits, supporting up to nine soul rings and giving them the possibility of advancing toward the higher ranks of soul masters.
Of course, that was only a possibility.
Throughout the history of human soul masters, those who actually reached the rank of Titled Douluo almost never relied solely on thousand-year soul spirits.
They were simply too weak.
Wu Changkong, for instance, was currently only a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, yet he already possessed a ten-thousand-year soul spirit. That depth of foundation, that quality of soul rings, was the true basis of a top-tier soul master.
But for them as they were now, a thousand-year soul spirit was already an extremely distant, extremely tempting goal.
"Doesn't it seem like the Academy really has that in mind?"
Zhang Yangzi swallowed.
He had always craved strength.
His former arrogance had largely stemmed from that disposition. He liked standing in front of others, being noticed, and proving he was exceptional.
Otherwise, when he first faced Tang Wulin and the others in the Class Advancement Tournament, he would not have refused even to attack first, insisting on adopting such a dismissive attitude.
Looking back now, that disdain seemed rather laughable.
But his desire to become stronger had never changed.
Xie Xie's eyes lit up too.
"It's very possible. If that's