A Miraculous Martial Soul (Please Read On)

Seeing this, Ling Feng was intensely curious. He stared fixedly at the Martial Soul Phantom, trying to make out its full form.

The phantom flickered in and out of view, exuding an ancient, powerful aura, as though some primordial beast was about to awaken.

When the golden light finally faded completely, the appearance of his second Martial Soul entered Ling Feng's sight.

The moment Ling Feng's gaze fell upon the Martial Soul, his face filled with astonishment.

"A flute?"

Ling Feng muttered to himself, unable to conceal the surprise in his voice.

The Martial Soul lay quietly in his left hand. It was, in fact, shaped like a flute.

The purple-gold flute bore an ancient luster, with strange patterns faintly visible across its surface, as if recounting its extraordinary origins.

At that moment, detailed information about his second Martial Soul automatically surfaced in Ling Feng's mind.

This Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute was actually forged from Dragon Bone, tempered by the passage of time. Within its body, it also ingeniously contained the Essence Blood of the Undying Phoenix.

The undying intent had fused perfectly with the Dragon Bone, and after a thousand years, this flute had finally come into being.

It possessed an indestructible quality. Even if damaged by external force, it could instantly restore itself, as though it possessed endless vitality.

Before this, Ling Feng had been full of doubts. He truly could not imagine how much offensive power this seemingly ordinary flute Martial Soul could possess.

However, after reading the system's description, he finally realized just how extraordinary this Martial Soul was.

Its indestructibility and ability to recover automatically alone made it a rare and peerless weapon.

A surge of excitement immediately rose within Ling Feng. He could not wait to experience this Martial Soul's power for himself.

He quickly left his room and headed straight for the backyard. Along the way, his thoughts were entirely occupied with the innate domain that came with this Martial Soul—the Heavenly Sound Realm.

As far as he knew, the Heavenly Sound Realm contained countless soul-stirring divine melodies, each capable of weaving multiple dreamlike illusions.

This domain had been created specifically to target spiritual power. Once a soul master with weak spiritual power entered it, their strength would be greatly reduced, as though they had fallen into a quagmire from which they could not escape.

They would lose themselves within the illusions and fall into endless obsession until they were completely swallowed by them.

Ling Feng was extremely satisfied with the Heavenly Sound Realm. On the vast lands of Douluo Continent, there were already very few soul masters who specialized in spiritual power.

As long as he could master this innate domain, even against a supremely powerful Titled Douluo, he might be able to catch them off guard and drag them into the mire of illusion.

"This Martial Soul is heavy. As expected of something made from Dragon Bone."

After arriving in the yard, Ling Feng lightly weighed the Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute in his hand. Feeling its substantial weight, he became even more satisfied with its origins and power.

Ling Feng stood in the center of the yard and took a deep breath. He decided to first try awakening a portion of the Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute's power.

He slowly channeled Soul Power into the flute. In an instant, the purple-gold flute shone brilliantly, and its strange patterns seemed to come alive, flashing with mysterious light.

Ling Feng tried playing a few simple notes. The flute's sound was clear yet carried an imposing strength, its sound waves spreading outward like ripples.

As the flute began to play, even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier, while the dust on the ground trembled slightly.

Ling Feng's heart stirred. He increased the output of his Soul Power, and the flute's melody instantly became impassioned and soaring. The sound waves turned into tangible blades that howled toward a massive boulder ahead.

With a loud boom, deep cracks appeared across the boulder's surface, and fragments of stone flew everywhere.

A flicker of delight flashed through Ling Feng's eyes. This was merely the power of him playing at random; if he could wield it proficiently, its destructive force would be unimaginable.

He continued playing, changing the notes and rhythm as he tried to uncover more abilities of this flute Martial Soul.

Suddenly, he felt as though his consciousness had fused with the flute, and the scene before his eyes gradually blurred.

In its place appeared a strange space—the innate domain of a God-tier Martial Soul, the Heavenly Sound Realm.

Within the Heavenly Sound Realm, he saw countless glowing musical scores, each radiating unique spiritual fluctuations.

Ling Feng reached out and carefully sensed the musical scores inherent to the domain. Following their guidance, he raised the flute and played once more.

This time, the flute's melody was no longer impassioned. It became mournful and eerie instead, its sound waves containing powerful spiritual force as they spread into the surroundings.

After a while, Ling Feng had familiarized himself with the Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute's power and withdrew from the domain.

He looked at the Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute in his hand, his heart filled with anticipation.

"Since this Martial Soul was formed from Dragon Bone, would it have any effect on soul beasts?"

A sudden thought came to Ling Feng. After all, among the soul beasts of Douluo Continent, the most supreme bloodline was one that contained the bloodline of the Dragon Clan: the Dragon Clan.

They stood at the top of the soul beast food chain. Their immense power and majesty inspired awe in all soul beasts.

If that was the case, then the Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute Martial Soul might also have a certain effect on soul beasts.

Thus, filled with curiosity and anticipation, Ling Feng strolled into the backyard.

After casually catching a soul beast and bringing it into the yard, Ling Feng took a deep breath and slowly raised his arm. The Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute Martial Soul in his hand flickered with strange light beneath the sun.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a dragon's roar and phoenix's cry instantly tore through the stillness of the Void, rumbling through the air like the roar of primordial beasts.

Sure enough, the soul beast ahead seemed to have all its strength drained away. It collapsed limply onto the ground, its body trembling uncontrollably, its eyes filled with terror.

It tried to struggle, only to discover that an invisible force seemed to be suppressing its body, leaving it unable to move.

"Just as I thought."

Seeing this, Ling Feng understood.

It seemed that his Martial Soul possessed an extremely terrifying suppressive effect on soul beasts.

This suppression was not merely a simple intimidation of power. It was more like a tremor from the depths of the soul, one that could directly strike at a soul beast's instincts and will.

Ling Feng silently considered that if he encountered powerful soul beasts in the Soul Beast Forest in the future, this particular trait of his Martial Soul might allow him to seize quite a bit of initiative in battle.

Even so, Ling Feng did not stop exploring his Martial Soul's abilities. He slowly poured Soul Power into the Dragon Roar Phoenix Cry Flute and began to play.

This time, he played very casually, without deliberately imbuing the melody with any destructive Soul Power fluctuations.

The melodious flute music was like a gentle breeze softly sweeping through the backyard.

The soul beast that had been sprawled on the ground in terror felt the melody and seemed to be infused with a miraculous power.

Its previously listless spirit gradually revived, and the fear in its eyes slowly faded, replaced by vigor.

It slowly began to rise. Some even curiously approached Ling Feng by a few steps, seemingly drawn in by the strange flute melody.