Soul Spirit Contract, a System to Replace Soul Rings?

Black World, Shrek Academy, Sea God Pavilion.

"Soul Spirit?"

Mu En's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of his chair, and a bewildered look appeared in his cloudy old eyes.

With his breadth of knowledge as the Dragon God Douluo, there should have been nothing on the Douluo Continent that he had never heard of.

Soul Rings, Soul Bones, Soul Skills, Soul Cores...

He could explain all of them with his eyes closed.

But this was indeed the first time he had heard the words "Soul Spirit."

"Judging by what that Huo Yuhao on the Heavenly Screen meant..."

Xian Lin'er said thoughtfully.

"Can a Soul Spirit replace a Soul Ring?"

At those words, the Sea God Pavilion fell silent.

Replace Soul Rings!

Everyone present understood the weight of those words.

For a Soul Master to cultivate, every ten-level breakthrough required hunting a Soul Beast to obtain a Soul Ring.

That was an unchanging iron law of the Douluo Continent, and the root of the blood feud between Soul Masters and Soul Beasts.

If something really could replace Soul Rings...

"Impossible!"

Xuan Zi was the first to slam the table, snapping two more bandages on his body.

"A Soul Ring is a Soul Ring. A Soul Beast has to die before it can produce one. That's a law of heaven and earth!"

"Whatever this Soul Spirit is, I've never even heard of it. It's most likely some crooked, heretical trick that Evil Soul Master brat cooked up!"

This time, however, Yan Shaozhe did not immediately agree with Xuan Zi.

"But Xuan Zi, the Huo Yuhao on the Heavenly Screen really didn't kill that Evil Eye Tyrant."

"He's even... negotiating terms with it!"

"Negotiating terms?" Xuan Zi said with a cold laugh.

"Negotiating with a Soul Beast? Isn't that exactly what an Evil Soul Master would do?"

"Have you ever seen a human and a beast speak the same language?"

Mu En paid no attention to Xuan Zi's unreasonable outburst.

His gaze fell on the six-pointed star formation beneath Huo Yuhao on the Heavenly Screen. Only after a long while did he slowly speak.

"Let's keep watching."

At the same time, in the Body Sect of the Black World.

Du Busi's tiger-like eyes stared fixedly at the scene on the Heavenly Screen.

"Sect Master, what exactly is a Soul Spirit?"

A Body Sect disciple scratched the back of his head.

Du Busi did not answer.

Illustrious Virtue Hall.

Jing Hongchen had no attention to spare for Soul Tools anymore.

He was leaning against the window, his old eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at Huo Yuhao on the Heavenly Screen.

"A Soul Spirit? I really would like to see just what it is."

Kong Deming was also looking toward the Heavenly Screen, his eyes flickering with light.

White World, the Holy Spirit Cult's great hall.

Huo Yuhao put away the Asura Demon Sword and turned his blood-red eyes toward the Evil Eye Tyrant, which had given up struggling in the center of the formation.

"After you form a Soul Spirit Contract with me, your body will perish."

Huo Yuhao's voice was calm.

There was no threat or persuasion in it; he was merely stating a fact.

"But your consciousness can coexist with me."

"Your soul will not dissipate, and your memories will not fade."

"If I ascend to the Divine Realm, I can take you with me to live forever."

The Evil Eye Tyrant's enormous vertical pupil contracted sharply.

"Become a god?"

It gave a hoarse laugh, full of mockery.

"Human, do you know what you're saying?"

"How many people of dazzling talent have spent their entire lives without ever reaching the threshold of the Divine Realm? And you're a junior whose Soul Power has only just passed level ten..."

"You don't have a choice now, either."

Huo Yuhao took a step forward, his blood-red Eyes of Asura quietly watching the Evil Eye Tyrant.

"The Holy Spirit Cult's secret technique is draining your life force. Even if I do nothing, you have at most the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

"Your only path to survival is to willingly form a Soul Spirit Contract with me."

The Evil Eye Tyrant fell silent.

"If there's one person in the world today who can become a god,"

Huo Yuhao tilted his head slightly, his white hair falling from his shoulder.

"Then it can only be me. What do you think?"

The Evil Eye Tyrant looked into Huo Yuhao's blood-red eyes, then at the Asura Demon Sword in his hand, still dripping blood.

"Heh... that's true."

The Evil Eye Tyrant's voice grew low. The venom and struggle in its vertical pupil gradually faded, until only an almost weary calm remained.

"I'm willing to become your Soul Spirit, but..."

"That bastard Zhongli Wu, and every last Holy Spirit Cult member who slipped through the net outside—you can't let a single one escape!"

"You must help me kill every last one of those treacherous bastards!"

Huo Yuhao nodded.

"No problem."

He turned around, a flash of bloody light passing through his Eyes of Asura.

Above Ye Xishui's corpse, which lay nearby, a faint red, illusory soul slowly took shape.

The apparition was still struggling, still trying to escape.

But immediately afterward, Huo Yuhao reached out a hand and closed his five fingers around empty air.

Driven by Necromancy, Ye Xishui's soul was forcibly drawn into his palm.

Blood-red spiritual power, like countless fine needles, pierced deep into the illusory soul, brutally churning, stripping, and extracting.

Ye Xishui opened her mouth wide without a sound. Her soul trembled violently, and finally shattered in a convulsion.

The complete memories of the Holy Spirit Cult's secret techniques all fell into Huo Yuhao's mind.

He closed his eyes for a moment and released his spiritual fluctuations.

When his Eyes of Asura opened again, the lines of the bone formation beneath the Evil Eye Tyrant began to snap one by one.

The dark red light rapidly dimmed, and the chains of finger bones binding its countless tentacles shattered into powder with a clatter.

The Evil Eye Tyrant's enormous body shuddered. Its life force stopped draining away, and light returned to its vertical pupil.

"Get back!"

Huo Yuhao shouted in a low voice and began chanting an incantation.

This incantation was longer and more intricate than the one he had used to summon the walking corpses.

Every syllable carried a desolation and antiquity that did not belong to this world.

Beneath Huo Yuhao and the Evil Eye Tyrant, a complete six-pointed star formation suddenly lit up.

At the center of the formation, the Evil Eye Tyrant's enormous body began to emit a dazzling silver-gray light.

Light shone from deep within its vertical pupil and from the tip of every tentacle, burning its entire body into a mass of pure spiritual energy.

Flesh melted away in the light, and bones shattered within it.

Only the Evil Eye Tyrant's Spiritual Origin and soul imprint remained together without dissipating, gradually reshaping under the pull of the six-pointed star.

The silver-gray mass of light shrank smaller and smaller, growing brighter and brighter.

At last, with an almost inaudible shriek, the light abruptly contracted into a silver-gray sphere the size of a fist.

Inside the sphere, a miniature version of the Evil Eye Tyrant's vertical pupil slowly opened.

Huo Yuhao reached out his hand.

The sphere landed in his palm, then traveled up his arm and entered the space between his eyebrows.

The next instant, a silver-gray light flashed deep within Huo Yuhao's Spirit Eyes.

A deep purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring coiled around his body, and his Soul Power fluctuations surged in an instant.

With the additional boost from a Soul Bone, Huo Yuhao had no trouble absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as his First Soul Ring.

And in this world where divine punishment had descended, a thousand-year First Soul Ring was nothing short of shocking!