In his heart, Jiang Hai had always been an ordinary person, an unremarkable member of the teeming masses. It was precisely this conviction that kept him from treating anyone with the innate sense of superiority so common among Soul Masters.
Yet over the twenty-odd years of this life, he had experienced wonders countless people would never know. His heart had long since shed the immaturity it possessed when he first arrived in this world.
Pain surged over him like a tide, but the heart Jiang Hai had tempered through countless storms burst forth with astonishing radiance amid the agony.
Illuminated by that radiance, Jiang Hai's mental power rose at a visibly perceptible rate. A simple, ancient lamp appeared in his Sea of Consciousness, lighting the path within his heart.
Nine powers began circulating in an orderly rhythm: spiritual energy, vital blood, soul power, magic power, battle aura, heavenly tribulation power, ultimate ice, hellfire, and the flame of civilization.
Amid the boundless pain, Jiang Hai's strength also increased at an astonishing pace.
Only when the eastern sky began to brighten did Jiang Hai slowly open his eyes. His body was soaked in blood and sweat. Dark red flames surged from within him, burning away his crusted blood and clothes alike, leaving his body spotless.
After changing into a green robe, Jiang Hai's eyes flickered with light. Like a bluestone washed by flowing water, he possessed a steady composure that did not fear the passage of time.
Level 84.
The three Divine Soul Pills had raised his soul power by one level. But beyond level 80, increasing soul power only grew more difficult. Moreover, Jiang Hai cultivated an extraordinary art like the Ninefold Coffin Scroll. When one rose, all nine rose-vital blood, spiritual energy, soul power, magic power, battle aura, heavenly tribulation