"Ten years let you see spring depart and autumn arrive; a hundred years bear witness to birth, aging, sickness, and death; a thousand years reveal the rise and fall of dynasties; ten thousand years reveal the turning of stars."
"If mortals used a single day's vision to peer into this million-year-old world, would they not be like a frog at the bottom of a well?"
"This world is far too vast, yet life is far too brief!"
"You've followed me for seven full years, so naturally, you know my ambition. I want to usher in a new era, and that will be difficult!"
"And as it happens, Spirit Hall is just such a grand stage!"
"Since ancient times, those who accomplished great things needed magnanimity to achieve greatness. This undertaking means replacing the yellow heavens with blue heavens, and extraordinary measures must be taken!"
"The Pope's throne of Spirit Hall is my goal!"
Meng Qianqiu made no effort to conceal his ambition. In his eyes, Qian Xunji, that Secret Chamber Douluo, was utterly unfit to be Pope.
The man acted despicably and had shown none of a ruler's qualities since childhood.
"Still!"
"Becoming the Pope of Spirit Hall won't be that easy!"
A sharp gleam flashed through Yue Guan's eyes. They were not afraid of Meng Qianqiu having ambition; they feared him being an ordinary person content with mediocrity.
"Spirit Hall belongs to the world, and to humanity. It is not one family's royal court, much less private property!"
"There have been many Popes from other families throughout history. It's just that ordinary people have a much harder time rising to that position than members of the Qian Family."
"I must take part in this Elite Selection Tournament. I've decided to claim the position of Spirit Hall's Holy Son first, then consider my next move. Do you dare come and give it a try with me?"
Meng Qianqiu looked at everyone and immediately asked.
Through Meng Zhongqi's connections, Meng Qianqiu had also learned something: Qian Xunji would participate in this Elite Selection Tournament too.
This Elite Selection Tournament was meant to select Spirit Hall's next generation of successors. The weight it carried was simply unimaginable.
"Then let's go!"
"We're all Soul Masters. Who's a head beneath anyone else?"
"With our strength, if we enter the Elite Selection Tournament, we're bound to pass as long as the people at the top aren't blind!"
Dugu Bo thumped his chest, utterly confident in his own strength. Who else possessed such strength at this age?
"Let's do it!"
Wang Zhan nodded. With his current strength, even he dared to go make some waves at the Elite Selection Tournament, let alone the others.
"Brothers, if you strike it rich and rise to glory, don't forget one another!"
Wang Zhan, standing to the side, felt a little unsure of himself. His Soul Power was only rank twenty-seven. Though he was young, he was far behind the others.
"Relax, relax!"
"There's still nearly half a year until the Elite Selection Tournament. In my spare time, I'll put more effort into nurturing you."
"Don't worry!"
"You definitely won't regret the choice you made today!"
Meng Qianqiu smiled. Indeed, he intended to distribute immortal herbs to them, further enhancing the innate potential of these five people.
"What?"
"You're actually going to put even more effort into nurturing us?"
Yue Guan froze upon hearing this. Over these five years, they had enjoyed practically the finest cultivation provisions available!
Now Meng Qianqiu was declaring that he would improve those provisions even further!
All one could say was that the Meng Family's foundations were truly terrifying. As expected, a family with a thousand-year legacy still hid many secrets.
"Come on, follow me home!"
"Once I break through to rank forty Soul Ancestor and finish hunting a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast, you'll know what this surprise is."
Meng Qianqiu smiled without answering, merely shaking his head repeatedly.
"This is a ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring we're talking about!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. If this really works, Boss Meng, your name will truly be carved into the Soul Master World from then on."
Yue Guan spoke from the side. They were about to witness history.
Had this been six years ago, Yue Guan, Dugu Bo, and the others would probably have scoffed at the idea and mocked it mercilessly.
Yet almost all four of them had benefited from it.
By now, they had long since come to regard Meng Qianqiu's words as their guiding principles, and they firmly believed in this set of theories.
"It's only a little fleeting fame!"
Meng Qianqiu waved a hand and said.
Meng Qianqiu's third Soul Ring had come from a six-thousand-three-hundred-year-old Scarlet Sun Grass. It was both old and of excellent quality.
After he absorbed the Soul Ring, it yielded a ranged Soul Skill.
The Soul Skill of Meng Qianqiu's third ring was Solar Beam, which could absorb sunlight and convert it into a pillar of light.
This was an extremely rare weather-type Soul Skill. It could artificially create clear, sunny weather to aid his cultivation.
Without that fine precedent, Meng Qianqiu would not have rashly absorbed a ten-thousand-year fourth ring. He would never gamble with his own life.
But if I want to break through to Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, I'll have to find another way. A single rank of Soul Power separates two entirely different worlds.
After returning home, Meng Qianqiu pondered this.
It looks like I'll have to take the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew too.
When a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was absorbed, it produced a terrifying spiritual shock, so Soul Masters also needed to improve their spiritual power.
As it happened, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew would be of great use here. This immortal herb could improve a Soul Master's spiritual power.
As for the one rank of Soul Power he lacked, the effects of this immortal herb would be just enough to make up that difference after he took it.
This was a wonderful case of killing two birds with one stone!
With that thought, Meng Qianqiu took another jade box out of his Soul Tool, retrieved an immortal herb from it, and consumed it.
Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, autumn dew untouched by dust!
The immortal herb was emerald green all over, with three snow-white leaves growing in its center. Dewlike droplets had condensed on the leaves.
If a Soul Master consumed those drops of dew, they could cultivate a pair of fiery eyes with golden pupils and gain the ability to see through all things.
Meng Qianqiu swallowed the dew. Seven years earlier, he had already taken aromatic silk beauty to strengthen his foundations.
Now, seven years later, Meng Qianqiu once again consumed a support-type immortal herb to improve his spiritual power.
Fortunately, Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew was a support-type immortal herb and could be consumed alongside aromatic silk beauty without any conflict.
Had it been one of the other peerless immortal herbs, a Soul Master could forget even considering it without spending a dozen or more years digesting the medicinal potency.
"Phew..."
"I've finally broken through to rank forty Soul Power!"
"My spiritual power has also reached the peak Spirit Sea Realm, only a hair's breadth from the Spirit Abyss Realm. It truly lives up to its name as a spiritual immortal herb."
"Its effects are so heaven-defying. It really is extraordinary!"
With spiritual power at the Spirit Sea Realm, the mind was like an ocean, vast and boundless. Spiritual power at this realm was enough to support a black Soul Spirit!
In other words, ordinary ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts were no longer a match for Meng Qianqiu in spiritual power alone!
Even ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts renowned for their spiritual power would fall slightly short in that regard, provided they had not reached a hundred thousand years.
"With a single thought arising in my heart, I suddenly feel how vast the heavens and earth are!"
"From this day onward, my cultivation will be an open, level road!"
Meng Qianqiu laughed heartily. With spiritual power at the peak Spirit Sea Realm, he would face no bottlenecks before absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
"Qiu'er, have you broken through?"
Outside, Meng Zhongqi and Nangong Wan'er heard the laughter and immediately pushed open the door. Looking at Meng Qianqiu, the two could not help asking.
"Grandpa, Grandma!"
"My Soul Power has broken through to rank forty!"
"Now all I'm missing is that Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring."
Meng Qianqiu had long since set his heart on his fourth ring. The first ten-thousand-year Soul Beast he would hunt was none other than the rare Wind Fire Demon Dragon!
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