Six-Winged Purple Light Wings

"Angel God, bless us!"

Salas halted and raised a hand to signal Lin Nuo to be quiet.

His gaze instantly locked onto a pitch-black tree canopy some thirty meters away.

Then, a savage demon spider the size of a small pony, with two translucent purple bone wings on its back, silently extended most of its body from the shadows of an ancient towering tree. Its eight crimson compound eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty coldness as it abruptly entered their view!

"What luck—it's actually a Purple-Winged Demon Spider!"

A sharp glint flashed through Salas's eyes as he swiftly assessed it in a low voice. "Judging by the sheen of that dark-purple carapace and the span of its bone wings, this beast is just over two thousand years old. It's practically right at the limit of what you can endure!"

Hearing Salas's assessment, Lin Nuo naturally nodded repeatedly, satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

Whether in age or species, this beast was perfectly suited to be his second Soul Ring.

"Good! Since you have your eye on it, I'll capture it for you!"

Salas chuckled. Without even releasing his martial soul, he merely gave a casual slap through the air.

Bang—

The Purple-Winged Demon Spider, a two-thousand-year soul beast that counted as a local overlord in the outskirts of Sunset Forest, did not even have time to understand what had happened before an overwhelming force crushed it firmly to the ground.

Its hard dark-purple shell instantly shattered, bodily fluids gushing out. Its eight legs twitched frantically a few times before it fell directly into a near-death state.

This was the dimensional crushing power of a Spirit Douluo!

"Lin Nuo, do it."

Lin Nuo stepped forward and took a deep breath.

As Soul Power surged within him, a Death Demon Scythe emanating a dim purple-black glow instantly condensed in his hand.

With a swift raise and fall of his hand, the sharp scythe blade cleaved through the Purple-Winged Demon Spider's head without the slightest resistance, cleanly ending its life.

As he looked at the killing intent radiating from the Magic Scythe in Lin Nuo's hand, Salas, standing behind him on guard, could not conceal the surprise in his eyes.

Such an exceptional weapon-type soul skill?

No wonder he inherited the Pope's top-tier martial soul!

As the Purple-Winged Demon Spider finally breathed its last, specks of purple-black light began gathering above its corpse.

Before long, a deep-purple Millennium Soul Ring slowly condensed into shape, emanating violent Soul Power fluctuations.

Under Salas's somewhat worried gaze, Lin Nuo sat cross-legged without hesitation and raised a hand, using Soul Power to draw the deep-purple Soul Ring above his head.

The absorption began!

As the Soul Ring entered his body, a violent wave of energy instantly surged through Lin Nuo's meridians.

Salas, watching from the side, already had his heart in his throat.

Although he had personally tested Lin Nuo's physical limits before and had some confidence, watching a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster truly begin absorbing a two-thousand-year Soul Ring beyond his level still made him inwardly cry out at how terrifying it was!

After all, according to the iron law of the soul master world, the maximum age for a second Soul Ring was only a little over seven hundred years.

Beyond that threshold, exploding to death was the only possible outcome.

If an ordinary soul master dared to do what Lin Nuo was doing, even if they were not bleeding from all seven orifices by now, their blood vessels would surely be bulging all over and their muscles spasming wildly.

But what about Lin Nuo?

His current state was so calm that it was unbelievable.

Not only did he not let out a single pained groan, he did not even furrow his brow. His body did not tremble in the slightest.

The energy within that Millennium Purple-Winged Demon Spider Soul Ring, which should have been incomparably violent, entered Lin Nuo's body and—

—somehow became like a tranquil stream flowing into a great river, obediently being devoured and refined by him bit by bit.

Time slowly passed.

No one knew how much time had gone by when Lin Nuo opened his eyes again. The level-twenty bottleneck that had troubled him for so long shattered with a deep rumble!

Even without specifically testing his current Soul Power Level, Lin Nuo could clearly sense that his meridians had widened considerably, while the foundation of Soul Power throughout his body had undergone a qualitative leap, becoming more than a full tier stronger.

"Phew—"

Seeing Lin Nuo complete the absorption beyond his level completely unharmed, Salas, who had been anxiously standing guard beside him, finally let out a long breath.

His old face immediately broke into a brilliant, heartfelt smile. Salas strode forward and lavished him with praise.

"Congratulations, young friend! A two-thousand-year second Soul Ring—if word of this gets out, all of Douluo Continent will likely be shaken by you!"

Lin Nuo smiled and nodded.

"It was only luck."

Salas: ...

Lin Nuo closed his eyes again and carefully sensed his newly acquired second soul skill.

The next second, the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably.

The second soul skill granted by this Purple-Winged Demon Spider Soul Ring was none other than the Pope's own Soul-Crossing Spider Spear!

When used, it could instantly harden the spider-leg martial soul on his back into incomparably sharp long spears. Not only did they possess powerful armor-piercing effects, but their spear tips also contained a deadly poison that killed at the sight of blood.

For Lin Nuo at this stage, this was undoubtedly a terrifying top-tier single-target divine skill. He could not have been more satisfied.

"Come, let me see just how much you gained from absorbing a Soul Ring beyond your level."

Salas smiled as he reached out and placed his hand on Lin Nuo's wrist.

However, the instant his Soul Power entered Lin Nuo's body, the well-traveled Platinum Bishop's eyes widened, and he could not help crying out in shock.

"Level... level twenty-five?!"

He had jumped five levels in one go?!

What kind of astonishing Soul Power growth rate was this?

It was simply terrifying!

But before Salas could recover from the shock of that five-level leap, an unexpected change occurred!

Lin Nuo's originally steady Soul Power suddenly began to churn violently without warning, while a violent purple-black energy instantly gathered crazily on his back.

"What's happening? A Soul Power backlash?!"

Salas's expression changed drastically as he prepared to forcibly intervene.

Rip—

The sharp sound of tearing fabric suddenly rang out.

Under Salas's disbelieving gaze, a pair of exquisite, translucent purple wings burst forth from Lin Nuo's back!

The six amethyst wing membranes, each as thin as cicada wings, slowly spread through the air.

The surfaces of the wing membranes were covered in fine, spiderweb-like veins, with a cold and profound purple light flowing across them.

As Lin Nuo subconsciously gave his wings a slight flutter, a great expanse of fragmented purple light spilled into the air, carrying a fierce and powerful aura that instantly swept up the fallen leaves around them.

Salas stood frozen in place.

His lips trembled as he stared fixedly at the purple crystal wings behind Lin Nuo, his mind completely blank.

"This... this... could this be the legendary External Soul Bone, even rarer than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?!"