No matter how many soul beasts there were on the Douluo Continent, hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, the pinnacle experts among their kind, were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
And if a soul master could gain one more Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, it would undoubtedly put his strength far above that of soul masters at the same level.
The gap between Soul Kings with a thousand-year fifth soul ring and those with a Ten-Thousand-Year Fifth Soul Ring was already so enormous that they could scarcely be considered soul masters of the same caliber of talent. What about a hundred-thousand-year one, then?
As Chen Ping drew the golden Pearl's power into his body, the golden radiance surrounding him immediately grew more intense, swelling in an instant to encompass the entire area of the domain he had released.
Within that golden mist, faint strands of golden thread could be seen beginning to squeeze continuously around Chen Ping's body.
At the sight, both Xuan Zi's and Mu En's gazes sharpened.
According to Bai Chenxiang, who had remained on the Douluo Continent, the golden threads that appeared when absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring signified the age of the ring being absorbed.
The more threads appeared, and the earlier they appeared, the greater the age of the God-Given Soul Ring that soul master could absorb.
Take Ma Hongjun, who later became the Phoenix God. When he absorbed his sixth soul ring and held on to the very end with all his might, only a small number of golden threads had appeared, and the soul ring he ultimately obtained was equivalent to one produced by a forty-thousand-year soul beast.
Chen Ping's starting point was already here, so where would his endpoint be?
Although Chen Ping appeared to be doing nothing more than