The Heaven-Defying Fourth Soul Skill Effect (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Votes)

This was a head spirit bone as brilliant as a gemstone, its entire body a deep, silvery-gray. A faint luster flowed across its surface, as if starlight were rippling within.

Although it didn't have the exaggerated six eyes of the Mirror Shadow Beast Emperor itself, a vertical third pupil was strikingly embedded in the forehead of this spirit bone.

The lines on either side extended like veins toward the ear positions, giving the overall design an air of both mystery and magnificence.

Looking at this Clear Eyes and Sharp Ears head spirit bone, Dugu Bo's breathing suddenly quickened.

The emerald-green spirit power hidden at his right wrist involuntarily radiated slightly, like a venomous snake sensing prey and beginning to stir.

Deep in his heart, an irrepressible greed grew like wild grass.

Even though he already possessed a head spirit bone, who would ever complain about having too many of such treasures from a river of blood?

Besides...

Even if Dugu Bo couldn't use it himself, couldn't he give it to Yanyan to absorb?

That child had decent talent; if she had a 100,000-year spirit bone to rely on, her future path would be much easier to walk.

His fingers curled slightly.

"Forget it..."

After a long while, Dugu Bo took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging greed.

"A 100,000-year spirit bone like this belongs only to those with great fortune; it is not something I can claim by force."

He ultimately abandoned the idea of seizing it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare.

If he succeeded, it would be one thing, but what if he failed?

The Mirror Shadow Beast Emperor had willingly sacrificed itself to Tang Wu. If he stole the item but let Tang Wu escape, the consequences would be dire.

A chosen one personally selected by a 100,000-year spirit beast—after developing for a few decades, he would likely hunt him to the ends of the earth.

Furthermore, Tang San was standing right there. Neither of these brothers was someone to be trifled with.

It was precisely because he considered this that Dugu Bo completely extinguished the improper thoughts in his heart.

He withdrew his gaze, folded his arms across his chest, and struck a haughty pose as if to say, "This old man doesn't care for it at all."

Meanwhile, the spirit power within Tang Wu was still climbing crazily.

The moment he obtained the spirit ring, the bottleneck of level 40 shattered with a sound.

It was like a dam breached by a flood, no longer able to hold back.

The massive amount of origin energy infused by the Mirror Shadow Beast Emperor surged into Tang Wu's body like a bursting river.

His spirit power level shot upward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Forty-one, forty-two, forty-three... it soared all the way, only coming to a halt at level forty-seven.

Level forty-seven.

He was only three levels away from being able to absorb a fifth spirit ring.

Tang Wu slowly opened his eyes, a silver light flashing through them before vanishing.

He took a deep breath and summoned his martial soul.

Beneath his feet, four spirit rings appeared in sequence.

Yellow, purple, purple, red.

The final spirit ring was a striking, blood-like red.

A 100,000-year spirit ring.

This terrifying spirit ring configuration was displayed nakedly before Tang San and Dugu Bo.

The air fell silent for a moment.

"Kid Tang Wu really has had some damn good luck."

Dugu Bo's tone was sour, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

He was a dignified Titled Douluo who had lived for more than half his life, yet he hadn't managed to get his hands on a single 100,000-year spirit ring.

Looking at the brat opposite him, a 100,000-year spirit ring had delivered itself to his doorstep the moment he broke through to become a Spirit Ancestor.

With such a stark contrast, anyone would be sour, right?

Although Tang San didn't speak, a trace of envy couldn't help but flash in his eyes.

However, it was only a fleeting moment.

As a qualified brother-obsessed person, what could be more satisfying than seeing his younger brother soar to the heavens?

"Xiao Wu, what is the effect of your fourth spirit skill? Is it the same as what we guessed?"

Tang San couldn't help but ask.

Facing his own brother's question, Tang Wu had no intention of hiding anything and chuckled:

"Brother, this fourth spirit ring of mine has two spirit skill abilities."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and Blue Silver Grass surged in his palm, beginning a live demonstration.

"The first one, Blue Silver Thousand Strange Transformations."

As the words fell, the Blue Silver Grass in his palm suddenly expanded, twisted, and morphed.

It first transformed into a giant silver-gray wolf, fangs bared and gaze ferocious. Immediately after, it shifted into an agile leopard with long limbs and fluid muscle lines.

Finally, it leaped into the air, transforming into a giant eagle with wings spread wide, circling overhead before slowly descending.

These soul beasts mimicked by the Blue Silver Grass were not only identical in appearance, but the soul power fluctuations they emitted also faintly carried the aura of the originals.

They inherited seventy percent of the abilities of the Mirror Shadow Beast's mimicked targets.

This meant that as long as Tang Wu had sufficient soul power, he could single-handedly conjure an army of soul beasts.

"The second one, Mirror Shadow Myriad Transformations."

Tang Wu retracted the Blue Silver Grass, took a deep breath, and his body began to change.

A layer of fine, blue-gray scales rapidly emerged on the surface of his arms, gleaming with a cold, metallic luster in the icy light of the tundra.

These were dragon scales, possessing monstrous defensive capabilities.

He casually slapped the nearby ice wall; the wall shattered, yet his arm remained completely unscathed.

Immediately after, his shoulder blades bulged, and a pair of broad, blue-gray wings burst from his back. With a powerful flap, he lifted three feet off the ground, kicking up a gust of wind.

"These wings belong to a Wind Shadow Falcon," Tang Wu said with a smile as he spun half a circle in the air.

"Escaping will be much more convenient from now on."

He landed back on the ground, and the wings slowly folded, vanishing as if by magic.

"And the most, most, most important thing is..." Tang Wu held up a finger, emphasizing his tone:

"The amplification effect of the fourth soul skill is based on the one-hundred-percent physical constitution of the original soul beast, not calculated according to my own physique."

"Hiss—"

Dugu Bo suddenly gasped, his aged face filled with shock.

Calculated based on a soul beast's physique?

It was common knowledge that humans excelled in intelligence, while soul beasts excelled in strength.

Except for defense-type soul masters who specialized in defense, soul masters of other types could never compare to soul beasts of the same level in hard metrics like stamina, strength, and resistance.

What did this mean?

It meant that from now on, whenever Tang Wu faced a soul master who didn't outrank him by too much, it would be like an adult facing a child.

The two sides were simply not in the same weight class.

"You brat... isn't this too monstrous?"

Dugu Bo couldn't help but curse, his tone no longer sour, leaving only pure shock.

"After absorbing this head soul bone, even if you aren't at level fifty, you won't be far off."

The figure of the Mirror Shadow Beast Emperor had become increasingly illusory, nearly transparent, as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"Don't forget our agreement."

He lowered his head, taking one last look at the group of Mirror Shadow Beasts below.

Those figures, large and small, looked up with watery glints in their six eyes, yet not one of them made a sound.

"Alright, don't gather here anymore; everyone disperse."

As the words fell, the Mirror Shadow Beasts let out a collective howl toward the sky.

The sound was mournful and long, echoing over the tundra for a long time, shaking snow from the treetops and startling the birds roosting in the distance.

Once a soul beast surpassed fifty thousand years, its intelligence developed significantly.

An eight or nine-thousand-year-old soul beast already possessed a mind no less than that of an ordinary adult human.

They all understood that from this day forward, their leader would completely vanish from this world.

"Since the person is dying, this thing is useless... I'll return it to its master."

Before completely dissipating, the Mirror Shadow Beast Emperor extracted a large mass of silver-white spiritual essence from his sea of consciousness.

The spiritual essence lost its control, drifting slowly into the air and turning into countless specks of light that flew toward the south.

Subsequently, his body turned into countless fine particles of light, like fireflies flowing in reverse, merging piece by piece into the head soul bone.

The silver-gray soul bone grew slightly warm, and the third vertical eye slowly closed.

Everything returned to calm.