Tentacle Monster

"Abyssal Slash of Space Rending."

Bibi Dong did not relax, continuing to unleash her soul skills.

Bringing her arms together, she slashed out a jade-green blade of light. Wherever it passed, space twisted, and the body of the Deep Sea Octopus King was cleaved in two the instant the blade swept through.

The two halves of the body separated, collapsing onto the sea surface as the black mist began to dissipate.

The Deep Sea Octopus King was dead.

From the moment Bibi Dong struck to the death of the Octopus King, only a few breaths of time had passed.

Gu Qingshan swallowed hard. "So much for it being difficult?"

Bibi Dong cast him a sidelong glance.

The charm in that look was overflowing with allure, leaving Gu Qingshan feeling numb and tingling throughout his body and soul.

"I am a Limit Douluo, after all, even if I am suppressed to only exerting the strength of a ninety-eighth-level soul master."

A blood-red soul ring rose from between the two halves of the body, like a crimson moon ascending from the sea.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged beside the corpse of the Octopus King, closed her eyes, and began to absorb the soul ring.

Gu Qingshan stood by her side, his perception pushed to its limit.

As sunlight shone back onto the sea, a black soul bone floated out from the corpse of the Octopus King.

Its shape was unlike any soul bone Gu Qingshan had ever seen.

It looked like a mass of black, twisted tentacles.

Eight tentacles extended from a palm-sized, irregular piece of bone, its surface covered in a thin layer of black mist.

External Soul Bone!

Gu Qingshan fished the soul bone from the sea and held it in his palm.

The soul bone squirmed slightly in his hand, as if it were alive.

He held the bone up to his eyes and stared at it for a long time.

Eight tentacles emitting black mist—would he turn into a tentacle monster after fusing with this thing?

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Regardless, this was a hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone.

External Soul Bones were far rarer than ordinary soul bones, and a hundred-thousand-year-level External Soul Bone was rare even among the rare; there was no reason for him to pass it up.

Bibi Dong was still absorbing the soul ring, so Gu Qingshan tucked the External Soul Bone away and continued to stand guard by her side.

Sunrise at sea came earlier than on the mainland. Just as a sliver of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon, Bibi Dong opened her eyes.

She sat cross-legged at the bow of the ship, her black tight-fitting outfit pressed against her body by the sea breeze, outlining the straight, elegant lines of her waist and back.

The soul ring had been fully absorbed, and that blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring sank into her body.

Her second martial soul, the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor, now possessed a soul ring configuration of three black and four red.

Bibi Dong was likely the soul master with the most hundred-thousand-year soul rings currently known to exist.

Her aura was stronger than it had been a day ago. Although the divine will of the Rakshasa God was still suppressing her, she could exert a bit more of her true strength, having taken another step forward from the ninety-eighth level.

Bibi Dong stood up from the bow and stretched her slightly stiff neck.

She turned around, looked at Gu Qingshan sitting at the bow, and the corners of her mouth curled upward.

Qingshan was truly her lucky star; all four hundred-thousand-year soul rings she had obtained were thanks to his contributions.

It gave her the feeling of a small woman enjoying the care of another, a sensation she had not experienced in many years.

She savored this feeling.

"Qingshan, it's your turn."

Gu Qingshan touched the soul bone in his embrace, filled with anticipation.

Soul bones were already rare enough, but External Soul Bones were a hundred times rarer than ordinary ones, and a hundred-thousand-year External Soul Bone was so rare it was barely even mentioned in legends.

He did not know what he would become after the fusion, or if he would truly turn into a tentacle monster.

Gu Qingshan took a deep breath and injected his soul power into the soul bone.

Eight blue-black ribbons of light shot out from the soul bone, wrapping around his back.

They were like eight living tentacles, tightly constricting his skin and flesh, attempting to burrow into his muscles and bones.

"Hiss!"

The External Soul Bone seemed quite different from an ordinary soul bone.

The moment those eight ribbons of light drilled into his skin, an indescribable "sense of invasion" surged forth, as if something were forcibly rewriting his body structure and carving a mark deep into his spine.

The ribbons began to deform; they were no longer a mass of chaotic energy but began to spread toward his spine.

The blue-black light traveled upward along his spine, extending from his coccyx to his cervical vertebrae, slowly outlining a bizarre Octopus Light Diagram on his back.

Bibi Dong stood less than a yard behind him, watching as those eight black ribbons of light burrowed into Gu Qingshan's back.

This seemed different from her own experience fusing with the Six-Winged Violet Light Wings.

She furrowed her brows slightly, her right hand lifting instinctively before she forced it back down.

She knew that the process of fusing with a soul bone must not be interrupted; any external interference could lead to a failed fusion or even endanger the life of the one undergoing it.

One had to understand that the spine was the most core bone in the human body, the conduit for the central nervous system.

Limbs could be severed, but if the spine were broken, a person was finished.

She could only wait in anxiety.

An hour later, the blue-black radiance began to recede, and finally, the Octopus Light Diagram sank beneath his skin.

When his spiritual power swept across his back, he could clearly perceive a brand-new soul bone quietly lying dormant along his spine.

External Soul Bone, fusion complete.

Gu Qingshan stood up from the bow of the ship and stretched his back; there was no discomfort at all, but rather the illusion that "this thing was always meant to be here."

With a thought, eight tentacles extended from his back.

They surged out simultaneously from eight different positions: beneath his shoulder blades, along the sides of his lumbar vertebrae, and down his spine.

Blue-black in color and covered in a thin layer of mist, they writhed and clawed through the air.

Gu Qingshan controlled the tentacles with his mind, extending all eight in different directions until they reached a maximum length of ten zhang.

They could deform at will, serving as ropes, whips, claws, or even extra hands.

For defense, Gu Qingshan shifted his intent, and the eight tentacles retracted from different angles, weaving into an airtight net around his body.

For offense, Gu Qingshan shifted his intent again, and the eight tentacles shot toward the sea surface ahead, moving so fast they left only eight deep blue afterimages in the air.

The tips of the tentacles became sharp as blades the moment they touched the water, slicing into the surface without any resistance.

The tentacles were as long or short as he desired, capable of being both hard and soft—a highly convenient and useful tool.

In daily life, they remained completely integrated into his spine, causing no hindrance to his movements.

Only when he needed them would they emerge from his back, transforming into eight lethal tentacles.

Bibi Dong breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Gu Qingshan's successful fusion.

Moreover, it seemed quite powerful, though the appearance was a bit strange.

"Let's head back; we've been out for several days." Bibi Dong turned and walked toward the cabin.

Gu Qingshan watched her back; the sea breeze stirred her long hair. Her waist was slender, her legs were long, and her hips were as wide as a millstone, her swaying gait possessing an indescribable charm.

Tsk!

It seemed that after that time, Bibi Dong had become even more womanly!