This kind of technique—although Wu Changkong had heard about it while chatting with Heita—he had never seen its full effect in action. After all, he was only one person; Heita's soul skill couldn't unleash its full potential.
But now, with the growing number of surrounding enemies, the terrifying nature of this soul skill was finally revealed. Wu Changkong couldn't help but imagine—if Heita were to face an army where every soldier had higher soul power than her, what would happen?
Heita would win!
Without any hesitation, Wu Changkong gave his answer.
Even if that army had perfect discipline and top-tier weapons and equipment, Wu Changkong still stood by his judgment.
As for Heita's personality, Wu Changkong had more or less figured it out over this period. Unless under special circumstances, she was a straightforward and proud person.
Her talent far exceeded that of ordinary people, and this destined that no matter who she interacted with, she could never truly be on equal footing.
Even though Wu Changkong only gave Heita one class per week, he had spent considerable time observing this student.
Take Mu Xi and Ouyang Zixin for example—although they appeared to be Heita's elder sisters and friends, upon closer observation, it was clear that whenever they acted together, Heita was always the one taking the lead. The two of them obviously felt the gap between themselves and Heita.
Moreover, Wu Changkong discovered another thing: Heita had a kind of inexplicable arrogance when facing things. This arrogance was clearly different from the arrogance of ordinary geniuses, yet Wu Changkong couldn't quite put it into words.
Glancing at Heita, who was currently absorbing soul power and enhancing her spirit soul, Wu Changkong could only shake his head. No matter what kind of person Heita was, at the very least, she was still his student. All he needed to do was pave the way for her future.
By the way, what's Heita's spiritual power level again?
Wu Changkong suddenly recalled that Heita had refused to take the spiritual power test earlier. Without that data, upgrading a spirit soul in the Spirit Ascension Platform would be more complicated.
But right now, Heita had already absorbed the soul power of more than twenty Moonshadow Wolves. That alone should have added at least four thousand years to her spirit soul's age. Judging from her expression, she clearly wasn't at her limit yet. What was she trying to do?
Wu Changkong's gaze sharpened. Was she trying to perform a miracle?
Still not enough! Nowhere near enough!
Just as Wu Changkong had guessed, Heita was extremely dissatisfied with the current age of her soul rings. So much so that it sparked a new idea. For ordinary people, this idea might have seemed insane—but for Heita, it was just right!
Heita's spirit soul, Bai Ze (White Marsh), was a white-winged lion with a soul age of just over two thousand years. Hence, her current soul rings were both purple, representing thousand-year rings.
But how could Heita possibly be content with just that?
Seizing this opportunity in the Spirit Ascension Platform, she aimed to directly elevate her spirit soul's age to over 30,000 years—that way, she could possess three black ten-thousand-year soul rings all at once!
However, due to only receiving one-tenth of a soul beast's soul power upon killing it, Heita, even after slaying more than twenty Moonshadow Wolves, had only raised her spirit soul's age by about four thousand years.
If she wanted to achieve three ten-thousand-year soul rings, she would have to absorb soul power from beasts totaling over 240,000 years combined. That was no easy feat.
Even in a rampaging Spirit Ascension Platform, pulling this off was extremely difficult—because it was nearly impossible to have enough soul power left to sustain that much combat.
But Heita was different. She could absolutely do it!
"Teacher Wu, let's move on!"
When Heita stood up again, the light flickering around her made Wu Changkong's expression shift. Any Soul Master would instantly recognize her current state—it was meditation! And not just regular meditation—it was mobile meditation!
Clearly, Heita was planning something major during this Spirit Ascension trip. But when she ran into those higher-aged soul beasts… would she really be able to handle them?
Reality proved that Wu Changkong had been overthinking it. When Heita crushed a ten-thousand-year soul beast right in front of him, all his doubts vanished.
From beginning to end, Wu Changkong never had to intervene even once. Heita was like a storm on the battlefield—those high-level thousand-year soul beasts didn't stand a chance. She even flirted with the edges of the core zone, casually taking down a few ten-thousand-year soul beasts as well.
Watching her act so dismissively toward thousand-year soul beasts, Wu Changkong's eyelids twitched. Even the staff members of the Spirit Pagoda who were observing from outside shared the same reaction.
Did Heavenly Phoenix Douluo give her a backdoor entry or something?
Even if they suspected it, no one would dare say it aloud. If it turned out to be false, they'd be accused of slander and severely punished. And if it were true… well, between calming the situation and losing your life, take your pick.
Even though the world of Douluo Continent wasn't considered extremely high-level, the law of the jungle still applied. The strong always had more say. That's why Heita—or rather, Yao Lan, her true self—was so obsessed with becoming powerful.
Without strength, he had no sense of security!
"How old is your spirit soul now?"
After Heita absorbed another wave of soul power, Wu Changkong finally asked. They had now been inside the Spirit Ascension Platform for eight hours, and it had basically become Heita's personal performance.
If Wu Changkong remembered correctly, she should be close to 30,000 years by now.
"Already at 29,000 years! Just one more ten-thousand-year soul beast, and I'll have three black soul rings!"
What did she mean "just casually finish off one more ten-thousand-year soul beast"?
Wu Changkong thought to himself—if any student her age could hold their ground against a thousand-year soul beast, he would lavish praise on them. He'd even personally train them if possible.
And yet, what was Heita doing?
"Hey! Ten-thousand-year soul beasts, where are you? Hurry up and come out!"
"There's a delicious little human child here, absolutely tasty! Eat me and you'll evolve—don't you want a bite?"
Even Wu Changkong had never seen someone look for soul beasts like this. But the more absurd thing was—it actually worked?!
"Jie jie jie! Jie jie jie!"
A ten-thousand-year Man-faced Demon Spider emerged from the woods with a sinister smile, staring maliciously at the tiny prey in front of it.
Hmph!
Pathetic little human. Laughable!
Just so happens I haven't eaten today. You'll make a perfect appetizer!
Waving its eight venomous legs, the Man-faced Demon Spider let out a roar and charged toward Heita. In its eyes, it could already see itself savoring a tasty meal.
And then...
Heita successfully acquired three ten-thousand-year soul rings!