Chapter 132: Soul Skills Come First, Then Rings Form At this time, Wang Nan's soul power was constantly surging in his body, and dragon souls from all around him continued to flow into it. Soul power level seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two... For all soul masters, no matter what soul beast the seventh soul ring comes from or how many years it is, there is always only one seventh soul skill, and that is the true body of the martial soul. It is only after the vast majority of soul masters have obtained the seventh soul ring that they can fully understand their martial soul from the soul ring and thus merge with it, or merge their soul and weapon soul into one. But Wang Nan was slightly different. When he was still a Soul King, he was already able to merge with Tianye Fushenglong and exert the power of a Soul Saint. What he lacked was never the understanding of his own martial soul, weapon soul, and dragon soul, but the part of the soul beast that the Dragon God mentioned was missing. With the help of the power of the dragon soul in the Dragon Valley, his soul power level naturally broke through the bottleneck and reached level seventy-four. The Tianye Fusheng Dragon surrounding him raised its head and howled, and translucent dragon souls continued to gather and finally condensed into a golden soul ring that appeared beside him. Wang Nan had already understood that his seventh soul skill was not provided by the soul ring, but was mastered by him from the beginning.
It was his entire understanding of his own martial soul and the power of the dragon soul that merged into a ring, rather than obtaining soul skills after obtaining a soul ring. This special soul ring would gradually improve as he and his martial soul grew. And just now, it is no less powerful than a hundred thousand year spirit ring. The changes in the body do not end there. The absorption of so many dragon souls had already put Wang Nan's mental power in a delicate state. At this time, the appearance of the seventh soul ring was like a fuse, making Wang Nan's spiritual sea boil. The ocean, which symbolizes spiritual power, is constantly surging, and there seems to be a clear air rising slowly, floating in the air like smoke, and in the mist there are melodious and distant sounds of fairy music. Under the sea, it seems like an abyss is set up in it, deep and remote, unfathomable. In a single thought, the mental power can reach as high as the clouds or as deep as the abyss. Wang Nan had felt a trace of Moon's spiritual power before, and he still remembered that aura as deep as hell. But at this moment, he could feel that his spiritual power seemed to have reached this level, but it was different. The high mountain in the sea of spirit still exists, surrounded by a vast ocean. The mountain is rocky and shrouded in mist. It seems that birds and beasts are passing by. There are caves as well, and the roars of dragons and tigers seem to be heard coming from them. It was clearly his spiritual sea, but it was like a real world. Tianye Fushenglong returned to the spiritual sea, circling around the mountains, adding a bit of mystery. It was not until this time that the changes in the body gradually stopped. Wang Nan opened his eyes. Longgu no longer had any suppression on him. His soul power continued to surge in his meridians, and there seemed to be a faint sound of thunder. The Dragon God appeared beside Wang Nan again and looked at the seven soul rings on his body. "It's time for me to leave here and return to the God Realm. You can come back here to find me when your soul power level exceeds level 90." "By the way, the kid outside is just trying to cover up this place, he has no ill intentions, so you don't have to be afraid of him after you get out." "Okay, please take me out." "Yes." The Dragon God nodded and waved the scepter in his hand. When Wang Nan came to his senses again, he had reappeared on the top of the mountain. The thick fog around him became much lighter, and Wang Nan finally saw clearly what kind of soul beast was releasing this spiritual realm. It was a giant dragon covered with golden green scales, surrounded by clouds and mist, floating above the cliff as if it had no weight at all. After seeing Wang Nan, it first glanced at the nine-colored crystal on Wang Nan's wrist, and then moved closer. Two streams of mist rushed out of its nostrils, wetting many of the surrounding plant-type soul beasts. Immediately afterwards, the two streams of fog slowly changed, and a road formed by condensed fog appeared under Wang Nan's feet.
Wang Nan could feel that the mist was formed by the dragon's spiritual power, but it also had substance. When Wang Nan stepped on it, it felt like he was really stepping on a long bridge formed by condensed clouds. Although generally speaking, spiritual soul beasts do not seem to have particularly outstanding attack capabilities, but when the spiritual power reaches the level of this giant dragon, it already has the ability to turn the virtual into the real and the real into the virtual. Wherever the spiritual power spreads is its own territory. Seeing that it had no intention of communicating, Wang Nan just nodded at it, and then walked down the mountain along the long bridge formed by clouds and mist. Wang Nan then realized that he must have spent quite some time in the Dragon Tomb. When he went up the mountain, the plants here were at their most lush, and the forest was lush and green. At this time, the surrounding flowers, plants and trees are sprouting again. Judging from the situation, at least half a year has passed. The village at the foot of the mountain was the same as before, except that at the entrance, a young man was constantly drawing a bow and shooting arrows. Looking more closely, the bow and arrow in his hand emitted a faint silver-white light, which was obviously his martial spirit. The boy practiced archery, so his eyesight was naturally excellent. He saw Wang Nan coming towards the village entrance from a distance. "Brother Wang, you're back." When he spoke, the tone of his voice was basically the same as the language on Douluo Continent. "Yi, how's the practice going?" "I am trying to use soul power to condense arrows with the help of that old man." "Grandpa?" Wang Nan was confused for a moment, then quickly looked up as if he sensed something, and saw Yan Shaozhe walking out of a thatched hut. After not seeing each other for more than half a year, Yan Shaozhe's aura was no longer as majestic and sharp as it was in Shrek Academy. At first glance, Wang Nan seemed to see some of Moon's shadow in him. "You're back." Yan Shaozhe's brows relaxed a lot when he saw Wang Nan. Wang Nan nodded. Yan Shaozhe walked up and touched Yi's hair, motioning him to go back to the village. Then he spoke to Wang Nan, "After entering the thick fog, I fell into an illusion." Yan Shaozhe closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling the illusion, but soon stopped talking about it, "When I left, I was already outside the illusion, and there was no trace of you around. Are you okay?" Wang Nan smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, I did gain something." "That's good." Yan Shaozhe nodded with a smile, "When are you planning to go back?" Wang Nan sighed softly and glanced at the surrounding mountains and forests. "I'm available anytime. What about you, Dean Yan?" "Okay, wait till I say goodbye to the people in the village and then leave." Wang Nan watched Yan Shaozhe walk into the village, and he seemed to have become a different person. Perhaps Yan Shaozhe also gained something from that illusion. (End of this chapter)