The Fiftieth Million Year Spirit Ring's Two Spirit Abilities

After Mu En withstood the Star-Glory Unicorn's dragon-charged collision, his protective aura was shredded, and his arms were carved with two deep, bone-reaching wounds by the horn, blood dripping down his fingers.

He looked down at his arms, then up at the blood-soaked unicorn collapsed on the ground, his brow furrowing slightly.

How embarrassing!

Before coming here, he had boasted that killing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be a simple task, yet he hadn't expected to be beaten into such a sorry state by this beast.

The old man had lived for two hundred years, yet he still possessed a touch of childish petulance.

He could lose face in front of anyone, but not in front of his own great-great-grandson.

Mu En walked over, stepped on the Star-Glory Unicorn's head, bent down to grab the still-faintly glowing horn, and pried it upward.

The unicorn let out a shrill, miserable neigh, kicking its hooves wildly, but it could not break free from that withered, thin foot.

Mu En remained expressionless, his strength neither light nor heavy, prying bit by bit as if he were dismantling an unruly toy.

The sound of bones cracking, mingled with the unicorn's screams, echoed through the valley for a full quarter of an hour.

The surrounding herd of unicorns had long since vanished, and even the eighty-thousand-year-old one hadn't dared to look back.

Mu Tianyi stood not far away, watching Xuan Zu bring the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast to its knees, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

Only when the Star-Glory Unicorn could no longer even scream did Mu En let go, step back, and tilt his chin toward Mu Tianyi:

"Come, Tianyi, the final blow is yours."

Mu Tianyi stepped forward, his right hand condensing into a dragon claw, and his first soul ring lit up.

A golden light flashed, piercing the unicorn's skull.

Those golden vertical pupils dimmed completely, and a red soul ring rose slowly from the corpse, like a rising sun, dyeing the entire valley in the color of blood.

Mu Tianyi took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and guided the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast soul ring toward himself.

The moment the soul ring entered his body, a burst of soul power so violent it was nearly uncontrollable exploded within him.

The energy accumulated by the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast over countless years surged like a breached dam, rampaging through his meridians, causing his internal organs to tremble.

Had this been any other five-ringed Soul King, their meridians would have been shattered to pieces by now.

But before that violence could wreak havoc, the Dragon Core within his Sea of Spirit stirred.

Golden light radiated from the Dragon Core, spreading like a massive net to shroud the rampaging soul power.

The Dragon Core itself contained the formidable attributes of the Bright Dragon bloodline and had fused with the life seed of the Life Gold.

Now operating at full capacity, it diverted, suppressed, and refined the pressure of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast soul ring layer by layer.

The golden net tightened, forcing the violent soul power into a trickling stream that flowed slowly through his meridians, bit by bit merging into his Soul Core.

Any minor damage to his meridians was repaired as good as new by the emerald-green energy emitted by the life seed before it could cause any substantial harm.

Emerald light circulated through his body, healing hidden injuries and restoring suppleness to his meridians wherever it passed.

Mu En stood to the side, watching all of this without blinking.

He still remembered what the Dragon Core was like when it had been inside his own body.

It had been a lifeless bead, occasionally releasing some Bright power to help him extend his life, and occasionally elbowing him twice for good measure.

But in Mu Tianyi, this Dragon Core seemed to have come alive.

Suppressing soul rings, repairing meridians, harmonizing attributes—it could do it all.

The old man had lived for two hundred years, and today, he had truly seen something new.

What is this?

Are you actually picking and choosing your hosts?!

This was no longer the same Dragon Core from back then; it was clearly a brand new one.

Even so, Mu En was very happy, and he had even begun to calculate.

If the Dragon Core had this effect, then perhaps the matter of Mu Tianyi condensing a Soul Core could be moved forward.

The Soul Core system was another path for a soul master's cultivation; once successfully condensed, both the recovery speed and the total volume of soul power would far exceed those of the same rank.

If Mu Tianyi could condense it successfully, he might even possess a foundation rivaling a Super Douluo before reaching the Title Douluo rank.

Five hours later.

Mu Tianyi opened his eyes.

Five soul rings rose from beneath his feet...

Yellow, purple, black, black, red.

The first four were his existing ones, and the fifth was the newly absorbed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast soul ring.

Red light swirled, casting a blood-colored hue over the entire makeshift tent.

Mu Tianyi raised his right hand, a cluster of golden light condensing in his palm, more solid and purer than before.

After absorbing the Star-Glory Unicorn's soul ring, his Bright Sacred Dragon martial soul gained an indescribable sense of weight and depth.

His light attribute had also been significantly enhanced.

Mu Tianyi clenched his fist, feeling the surging soul power within his body, and the corners of his mouth curled upward slightly.

He stretched his somewhat stiff body, his bones popping and cracking.

Mu En walked over and looked him up and down, his gaze landing on the red soul ring still slowly rotating, his tone tinged with a hint of urgency and curiosity:

"What is your fifth soul skill? Quickly, let me see."

Mu Tianyi moved his mind, and the fifth soul ring lit up.

"There are two parts to the fifth soul skill," he said, as a thin layer of golden light film emerged from his palm.

The light film spread rapidly, covering his entire body and forming dense, dragon-scale-like light armor that clung to his skin, shimmering with a warm luster under the sunlight.

"The first soul skill is named Holy Dragon Light Defense Body."

"Upon using this skill, I enter the Holy Defense state, reducing damage taken by eighty percent. The reduced portion is converted into light-attribute damage and added to my next attack. The cap for this conversion is twice my normal attack power."

"How much?!"

Mu En was deeply shocked.

Hearing only the first half, Mu En had assumed it was merely a defensive soul skill. An eighty percent damage reduction was indeed astonishing, far exceeding the ninth soul skills of most defensive-type Title Douluo.

But the most crucial part was this:

It could also convert the reduced damage into a counterattack.

In other words, the terrifying aspect of this skill was not just pure defense, but the integration of offense and defense.

The harder an opponent hit him, the more lethal his retaliation would be.

Mu Tianyi retracted the light armor, spread the fingers of his right hand, and condensed a ball of golden light in his palm.

The light ball expanded rapidly, enveloping him until Mu Tianyi transformed into a miniature version of a Bright Sacred Dragon.

"The second soul skill is named Heavenly Dragon Fall."

"Bright Sacred Dragon," Mu Tianyi explained:

"It allows me to transform into a phantom of the Bright Sacred Dragon and dive to attack a single target, dealing massive light-attribute damage. It carries a purification effect that can dispel any buff statuses on the target."

He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"If the enemy's strength is lower than mine, or their martial soul bloodline intensity is inferior to mine, Heavenly Dragon Fall will trigger a devouring effect, draining all of the opponent's soul power and feeding it back to me."

Mu En fell silent.

It wasn't that he hadn't heard of soul skills with devouring effects, but those mostly came from Evil Soul Masters, relying on crooked and wicked paths with massive side effects.

But Mu Tianyi's skill was upright and righteous; it was fundamentally different from the start.

This was a positive ability granted by a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, not something derived from crooked paths.

Mu Tianyi retracted his soul ring, his gaze falling on the two wounds still oozing blood on Mu En's arms.

He pulled the Blade of Life's Watch from his storage Soul Tool and lightly scraped the back of the blade against Mu En's forearm.

A layer of extremely thin, emerald-green light dust fell onto the wounds, seeping into the flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The edges of the wounds began to heal slowly, and most of the bleeding stopped.