Dense purple thunder surged like a tide beneath the steps, rumbling incessantly.
On the three hundred and thirty-third step.
Xu Cheng slowly rose to his feet.
He clenched his fists, a flash of wild joy crossing his face.
After nine days, with that sound of something shattering just now, his bottleneck had broken as well, bringing him to level seventy.
He only needed to obtain a Soul Ring to truly advance to Soul Saint.
Throughout history, the leap from Soul Emperor to Soul Saint had always been a hurdle, as well as a qualitative transformation-in the body, in Soul Power, and, most importantly... the Martial Soul Avatar.
"Once I obtain a Soul Ring and become a Soul Saint, I can begin Soul Core Condensation," Xu Cheng murmured, overlooking the rolling sea of thunder.
In the original story, Tang San had taken a full three months to rise from level sixty-eight to level seventy.
Now, with the Silver Dragon King sharing her cultivation, the Ice Empress and Tian Meng serving as his two power banks, and the ten-thousand-year ice jade marrow, he had finally raised his cultivation speed to nearly ten times God King Tang's-and that was with one plus one equaling two, without any waste.
"Whew..."
"My progress is pretty fast, but where am I supposed to get this seventh Soul Ring?" Xu Cheng clasped his hands behind his back.
A Soul Ring suited to him was genuinely hard to find.
After all, given the age he could currently withstand, anything short of a hundred-thousand-year ring for his Seventh Soul Skill would be an utter waste. Yet among the beasts over a hundred thousand years old in the current Star Dou Great Forest, either none suited him, or those that did still had long lives ahead of them...
Meanwhile, his