A Ten-Thousand-Year Third Soul Ring!

Azure Luan and Guang Ling saw Qian Renxue's evolved Six-Winged Angel.

Oh, no.

It should now be called the Eight-Winged Seraph!

Their eyes filled with shock, which then turned into barely restrained ecstasy.

They, the worshippers, and Spirit Hall were one body, sharing glory and ruin alike.

As long as Spirit Hall's next successor possessed the talent to dominate an era, their families and descendants could continue enjoying supreme glory and status on this continent.

They had already experienced and enjoyed the glory brought by Qian Daoliu's domination of an age.

Naturally, they hoped their descendants could enjoy it too.

Qian Xunji had already disappointed them once, but when Qian Renxue awakened her Martial Soul, hope had come again!

Next came the wait for Lu Xuan to awaken.

Eight hours slipped quietly away in the long wait.

Lu Xuan, seated cross-legged, finally stirred.

The gentle luster flowing around his body slowly receded within him.

Then Lu Xuan exhaled a long breath of stale air and opened his eyes.

Seeing Lu Xuan awake, Guang Ling immediately came forward, his eyes full of anticipation and curiosity.

"How was it, little Xuan? How much did your Soul Power increase? Did your Martial Soul change at all?"

After witnessing Qian Renxue's Martial Soul Evolution, he naturally hoped Lu Xuan would undergo it too.

Lu Xuan gently shook his head. "I'm not sure exactly how much my Soul Power increased."

"After absorbing that Torso Soul Bone, my Soul Power had already reached rank thirty. The excess Soul Power has accumulated in reserve. I'll only know after absorbing my third Soul Ring."

"As for my Martial Soul... nothing changed!"

Hearing that Lu Xuan needed to hunt for his third Soul Ring, Azure Luan and Guang Ling exchanged a glance, their expressions turning solemn.

Azure Luan said, "We wouldn't dare decide your Soul Ring configuration on our own."

"We old fellows all follow fixed Soul Ring paths passed down through our families."

"But there are no records of your Martial Soul anywhere on the continent. We must be exceptionally cautious in choosing your third Soul Ring. If you want to absorb a Soul Ring, we can only wait until we return to Spirit Hall and let our eldest brother decide personally."

With their discussion settled, Guang Ling and Yue Guan volunteered to remain in Sunset Forest, guarding this treasure land for Spirit Hall.

Azure Luan, meanwhile, took the two youngsters, Lu Xuan and Qian Renxue, back to Spirit Hall.

Inside the Worship Hall in Spirit City.

The moment Qian Daoliu saw Qian Renxue summon her Martial Soul, the old man, one of the three great Peerless Douluos of the age, actually trembled all over with excitement.

That fourth pair of dazzling crimson wings.

And that ultimate fire attribute, which completely surpassed sacred fire and could burn all things to ashes.

They let him see a new future for Qian Renxue.

Lu Xuan's gains likewise shocked the old man.

Now, both hopes of his Spirit Hall had reaped great rewards.

The utmost priority now was to hunt for Lu Xuan's third Soul Ring.

With Lu Xuan's current physical strength, he was already fully capable of enduring a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring as his third Soul Ring.

"Although there are many ten-thousand-year Soul Rings to choose from, they are fundamentally different from thousand-year and hundred-year Soul Beasts." Qian Daoliu looked at Lu Xuan solemnly.

"Once a Soul Beast's cultivation surpasses ten thousand years, it produces an extremely violent 'Soul Shock' when it dies and is absorbed."

"Your body may be powerful, but if your spiritual power cannot withstand it, even I won't be able to save you."

To ensure nothing could go wrong, Azure Luan Douluo turned his wrist and took a skull from his Storage Soul Tool.

"Eldest brother, this is a trophy I seized before, a Medusa Skull as old as eighty thousand years."

"Having little Xuan absorb it will be enough to protect his Sea of Spiritual Consciousness!"

This had been Azure Luan's own trophy, yet he was now giving it to Lu Xuan.

"That was thoughtful of you, third brother. Later, go to my stores and choose a skull to replace it!" Qian Daoliu thanked him upon seeing this.

While Lu Xuan began refining the eighty-thousand-year Head Soul Bone, Qian Daoliu did not rest for even a moment.

He turned and plunged straight into the Library Pavilion to select Lu Xuan's third Soul Ring.

However, since he did not know exactly what rank Lu Xuan had reached, he also selected options for his fourth Soul Ring.

Early the next morning, Qian Daoliu took Lu Xuan, tore through space, and headed straight for Star Dou Great Forest.

For an ordinary team of Soul Masters, finding a suitable Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in Star Dou Great Forest often meant trying their luck for months.

But before Qian Daoliu, a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo, this most dangerous forest on the continent was practically his own back garden.

Vast spiritual power spread like an immense net that blotted out the sky and sun, instantly enveloping the core region for hundreds of li around.

After only a moment, Qian Daoliu, hovering in midair, opened his eyes and murmured to himself:

"Found them... a pride of Unyielding Mad Lions led by a ninety-three-thousand-year Lion King."

"Thirty li to the east, there's an eighteen-thousand-year Battle-Crazed Golden Tyrant Bear."

"To the southwest, there's a fifteen-thousand-year Qian Jun Ant."

Qian Daoliu's gaze finally settled on that pride of lions, and he explained to Lu Xuan:

"The Unyielding Mad Lion-as the name suggests, this species is renowned across the continent for its exceptionally domineering 'Unyielding' Soul Skill."

"This Unyielding Soul Skill provides an all-attribute boost, making it an excellent fit for your third Soul Skill!"

Before his words had faded, Qian Daoliu took Lu Xuan and became a streak of golden light, descending directly above the Unyielding Mad Lions' territory.

Sensing the intruders, the Unyielding Mad Lion King, as massive as a small mountain and possessing ninety-three thousand years of cultivation, let out an earthshaking roar.

It had sensed the lethal danger emanating from Qian Daoliu.

Its fur bristled like steel needles, and savage blood energy surged into the sky as it immediately activated its innate Soul Skill, Unyielding.

With the support of its pride, the pressure it unleashed at that moment was actually no weaker than that of a true Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Such might was enough to make any Titled Douluo give it a wide berth.

But in Qian Daoliu's eyes, it was merely a slightly stronger ant that could struggle.

"Hmph."

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly and activated Martial Soul Possession.

He raised his right hand and pressed down through the air.

Boom-!

An almost tangible sacred pressure descended from the sky.

That overbearing Lion King did not even have time to scream before the absolute power pinned it firmly to the ground, knocking it unconscious in an instant.

The entire pride trembled under the Peerless Douluo's pressure, all collapsing limply to the ground.

Qian Daoliu precisely picked out an Unyielding Mad Lion with around eighteen thousand years of cultivation from the pride. Grasping through the air, he drew it into his hand, then departed with Lu Xuan.

Arriving in a quiet valley that was absolutely safe, Qian Daoliu threw the immobilized ten-thousand-year mad lion onto the ground and tipped his chin at Lu Xuan. "Do it."

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Xuan curled his right hand around empty air, and the dark-red Asura God Sword instantly appeared.

He raised his sword and brought it down, cleanly piercing the mad lion's vital point.

As the mad lion's life faded, motes of black light gathered above its corpse, finally condensing into a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as deep and dark as ink.

Lu Xuan drew a deep breath, sat down cross-legged, and guided the pitch-black Soul Ring toward his Martial Soul, closing his eyes.