After digesting the abilities of his Yin-Yang Soul Core, Ye Qing soaked in the spring and fell into a princess's silence-a long, long silence (Jiujiu).
He had imagined that forming a Yin-Yang Soul Core would bring enormous changes, but he had never imagined the changes would be this enormous.
Honestly, even he no longer knew exactly what tier his combat power belonged to. Used poorly, a Soul Core was, at most, a fast charger, helping a Soul Master quickly restore Soul Power while also accelerating cultivation.
But if a Soul Core was used well...
You ended up with someone like Ye Qing. In ordinary terms, he had formed a Soul Core. In grander terms, this was downright "once a Golden Core enters my belly, my fate is mine, not heaven's."
Before forming his Soul Core, he had already possessed strength on par with a Level 95 Super Douluo. After forming it, he was essentially invincible beneath Limit Douluo.
He could not kill anyone, and no one could kill him.
Even if a wild Du Busi were dropped in front of Ye Qing now, even if Du Busi could suppress him so thoroughly that he suffered, Du Busi would have absolutely no way to finish him off.
Limit Douluo were another matter. The Limit Douluo of the Peerless Tang Sect era were still rather unfathomable. Apart from Xuan Zi becoming something of a joke after reaching Limit Douluo, the other humans and Soul Beasts with Limit Douluo-level combat power still had plenty of presence.
For now, Ye Qing had no intention of comparing himself with them.
"As for my Soul Power Level..."
Unsurprisingly, he had reached level seventy. When his Soul Core took shape, all the elemental powers inside Ye Qing had already fused into one. Without that jumble of elements