8mi Chapter 21, Target for the 3rd Soul Ring!
Chapter 21, Target for the 3rd Soul Ring!
Mingfei closed his eyes, feeling the soul power slowly flowing through his meridians.
Level 27.
Level 28.
Level 29.
Level 30.
His soul power silently broke through the threshold of level 30, like a stream flowing into a wider river. The smoothness and fullness made Ming Fei take a deep breath.
Level 30.
Soul Master.
In less than half a month since his awakening, he has transformed from a level 20 Great Soul Master without any Soul Rings into a Soul Venerable with two thousand-year Soul Rings and a cultivation level of level 30.
This speed would be absolutely astonishing in the Douluo Continent.
Even Tang San, who was hailed as a peerless genius, took several years to go from awakening to level 30.
But Mingfei knew that his leveling speed could not be simply measured by common sense.
The Hades Sword's cultivation method doesn't rely on meditation and asceticism; killing and expanding the underworld are its core driving forces for becoming stronger.
In these past two weeks, how many people did he kill? How many soul beasts did he kill? How many times has the Underworld expanded?
It's not surprising that he has that speed.
Mingfei opened his eyes and looked at the Hades Sword in his hand.
Two spirit rings: one from a thousand-year-old ghost tiger, and the other from a six-thousand-year-old dark serpent.
First Soul Skill: "Nether Tiger Assassination Technique"; Second Soul Skill: "Dark Nether Strangulation".
One attack and one control skill, used in combination, have a far greater effect than a single soul skill.
With his level 30 soul power and the blessing of the underworld, his strength far surpasses that of ordinary Soul Masters of the same level.
But not enough.
Level 30 is the threshold for becoming a Soul Master, and also the minimum requirement for him to obtain his third Soul Ring.
According to the standards he set for himself, his third spirit ring should not be at the thousand-year level—it should start at ten thousand years.
Ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.
Mingfei stood up and glanced at his army of undead.
A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
The forty newly recruited soldiers are undergoing conversion; by tomorrow at the latest, they will become new members of the underworld.
His army is growing stronger.
His strength is improving.
Next, it's time to talk about the third spirit ring.
Mingfei raised his head and looked at the distant horizon.
The sky was beginning to lighten, and a new day was about to begin.
Ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts are not as easy to deal with as thousand-year-old soul beasts.
But he has an army of the dead, the blessing of the underworld, and enough patience and time.
He doesn't need to rush or take any risks.
He just needs to take it one step at a time.
Mingfei retrieved the Hades Sword into his body and turned to walk deeper into the border plains.
Behind him, the dead followed silently, like a gray tide surging into the last darkness before dawn.
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After crossing the level 30 threshold, Ming Fei did not rush to find the ten-thousand-year-old soul beast.
Sharpening knives does not miss woodcutters.
His undead army now numbers close to a hundred, but only a few are truly capable of fighting.
Ghost Tiger and Dark Python are the main force, three human soul masters are the support, and seventeen hundred-year-old soul beasts can only be cannon fodder.
The newly recruited ninety-odd soldiers are still undergoing transformation. Gray mist envelops their bodies, gradually piecing together their consciousness and fragmented memories.
Mingfei sat cross-legged on a protruding rock in the underworld, his eyes closed, sensing each spirit undergoing transformation.
The fastest conversion process was among the forty living soldiers recruited.
Their consciousness is basically intact, but it has been recoded by the energy of the underworld, implanting absolute loyalty.
The transformation of that third-ring officer has reached its final stage; his body has completely turned into an undead form.
His skin was grayish-white, his eyes were eerie green, and a dark gray underworld mark was clearly visible deep within his pupils.
He stood on the scorched earth, looking down at his hands as if confirming something.
Then came the bodies of the twenty patrol soldiers.
Their remnants of souls were scattered more, so the transformation was slower, but it was still progressing steadily.
Their consciousness was less distinct and their memories more fragmented than those of soldiers recruited from living people, but their fighting instincts remained.
The slowest to arrive were the thirty-odd corpses scattered across the plain, some of which were already mostly rotten, their remnants of souls almost completely dissipated.
Mingfei wasn't sure to what extent they could be transformed; perhaps they could only become the lowest level, mindless undead puppets.
But Mingfei wasn't in a hurry.
What he needs is quantity; quality can be improved gradually.
He waited in the underworld for three days.
During those three days, he filled his stomach with the last piece of dried meat and drank the gray liquid that had condensed in the underworld several times.
That stuff has no taste, but it quenches thirst and provides the body with the basic energy it needs.
As the underworld expanded, some basic functions began to emerge, with water being just one of them.
On the evening of the third day, the last soldier completed the conversion.
Mingfei stood up from the rock and surveyed the army of the dead in the underworld.
Ghost Tiger crouched at the edge of the gray mist, its eerie green eyes gleaming in the darkness.
The Dark Serpent coiled on a mound, its enormous body resembling a dark purple river.
The Dark Demon Leopard—that Dark Demon Leopard that's about two thousand years old.
It also joined the queue after the transformation was completed. It was smaller than the Ghost Tiger, but faster, and its claws were covered with the corrosive power of the dark attribute.
Twenty century-old soul beasts were scattered everywhere, the Crimson Flame Scorpion's tail hook was raised high, and the Netherworld Wolf's green eyes were like will-o'-the-wisps.
More than ninety soldiers' spirits lined up on the scorched earth.
Their formation was not very neat; some were standing, some were sitting, and some were leaning against the cart.
But their gazes were all fixed on Ming Fei, whose eerie green eyes looked like a sea of stars in the gray mist.
Mingfei's gaze swept over them.
enough.
Among these undead soldiers, the strongest was that officer from the third ring.
His martial spirit is a longsword, which he retained after the transformation, with grayish-white mist swirling around its blade.
His three subordinates from the Second Ring Road stood behind him; although they were not as strong as him, they were still considered elite.
The remaining ordinary soldiers had low soul power, but their numbers were large, approaching ninety.
Ninety people, even if they are just the lowest-ranking undead soldiers, are still an army not to be underestimated.
Moreover, they don't need to eat, they don't need to rest, they are not afraid of pain, and they are not afraid of death.
If they are scattered, they will return to the underworld to be resurrected, and then come out again to continue the battle.
Such an army would be a nightmare for the enemy on any battlefield.
Mingfei withdrew his consciousness from the underworld and opened his eyes.
Sunset Forest.
He is still in Sunset Forest.
No, he's not here.
He left the border plains three days ago and returned directly to Sunset Forest through the Gate of the Underworld.
It would take five days to get here from there on foot.
But the gates to the underworld don't need that.
He had previously established an anchor point in Sunset Forest. As long as he located the coordinates of that anchor point in the Underworld, the Gray Mist would automatically open a door and send him back.
This is the convenience of the gates to the underworld.
He stood in a clearing deep in the Sunset Forest, surrounded by towering ancient trees and dense, impenetrable bushes.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Several low roars of beasts came from afar, but were quickly swallowed up by the darkness deep in the forest.
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