Bibi Dong's Sacrifice, Death of the Eight Spider Lances

"Seek out Bibi Dong? What kind of condition is that?"

Ling Feng was a bit bewildered. A soul beast was actually asking him to approach Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall.

Does this soul beast know something? Could it be aware of Bibi Dong's future misfortunes?

But even if it knows Bibi Dong's future, why would it want to save her?

Furthermore, this soul beast was clearly only a Death Demon Spider itself, yet it had the audacity to claim it could help him cultivate into a Death Spider Emperor.

Soul beasts referred to as kings or emperors were generally hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, yet this Death Demon Spider clearly only had ten-thousand-year cultivation.

Ling Feng didn't think in the direction of Bibi Dong being reborn, but he didn't have time to dwell on it either.

Because the aura of the Death Demon Spider was far too oppressive; if he didn't make a decision soon, he might be dissolved into a pool of gore by the Death Spider Poison in an instant.

"Fine, I agree!" Ling Feng said.

How could Ling Feng refuse a ten-thousand-year soul beast offering a sacrifice?

As for its condition, he could certainly try, but whether he could actually succeed was another matter entirely.

"Good!"

In her past life, both of Bibi Dong's martial souls were Spider Emperors, which were at the level of hundred-thousand-year soul beasts.

She understood spider-type soul beasts better than anyone.

She immediately located the method of sacrifice from her bloodline inheritance and began to execute it.

Ling Feng suddenly felt a pressure akin to the might of the heavens, pinning him in place and rendering him unable to move.

Green light erupted from the Death Demon Spider, forming a domain barrier that enveloped them both; it had begun the sacrifice.

Before long, a surge of power poured into Ling Feng's body, transforming into a soul ring for his Demon Spider martial soul.

A wave of soul power erupted, and Ling Feng's soul power aura climbed from level thirty, stopping only when it reached level thirty-three.

The black fuzz on his Demon Spider martial soul actually began to turn dark green bit by bit, and its mouthparts now contained a trace of Death Spider Poison.

Bibi Dong glanced at her own body and thought, This soul beast body shouldn't go to waste.

I might as well grant this brat an external soul bone!

Her external soul bone in her past life was a pair of purple wings from a Purple Wing Spider Emperor, so she was most familiar with that.

It's a pity my current body is a Death Demon Spider; the wings won't be nearly as useful as those of a Purple Wing Spider Emperor.

Bibi Dong recalled Tang San's Eight Spider Lances from her past life and thought, Why not give this brat an Eight Spider Lances?

Having made up her mind, Bibi Dong channeled the remaining power in this soul beast body to form the Eight Spider Lances, merging them into Ling Feng's body.

After finishing all this, Bibi Dong felt that her remnant soul had not consumed much power.

I didn't fall into a deep slumber?

As the Rakshasa God in her past life, her soul had long since transformed into a divine soul; even as a remnant, it was not something a mere soul beast could compare to.

Since that's the case, I'll give this brat another hand! Bibi Dong thought.

She used her own power to help Ling Feng open his spiritual sea.

Ling Feng was still savoring his surging soul power when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the center of his brow, and the world before him became incredibly clear.

A wave of soul fluctuations emanated from his body.

Such fluctuations were usually only possible for high-level Soul Sects.

Some Soul Sects couldn't even open their spiritual seas, unable to resist the soul shock of a ten-thousand-year soul beast.

Those Soul Sects could only absorb thousand-year soul rings when breaking through to become Soul Kings.

Yet now, Ling Feng had ascended in a single step, his spiritual power reaching the level of a high-level Soul Sect.

Ling Feng himself noticed the change in his spirit and was overcome with joy.

Is this the benefit of absorbing a ten-thousand-year soul ring? Ling Feng thought.

With powerful spiritual strength as a foundation, as long as his physical body caught up, he could absorb another ten-thousand-year soul ring as his fourth soul ring.

This is where I belong!

Bibi Dong took one look at Ling Feng's spiritual sea, then exited the soul ring and entered it directly.

She had no intention of residing within Ling Feng's soul ring; if she did, every time Ling Feng used a soul skill, it would disturb her soul.

She selected a spot and, with a mere thought, fashioned her own dwelling.

It was a magnificent palace; if Ling Feng had ever been to Spirit City, he would have recognized it immediately as the Pope Palace.

Bibi Dong did not recreate the bloody environment of the Capital of Slaughter; logically, that environment would have been more in tune with her identity as the Rakshasa God.

But having experienced death once, her state of mind had long since changed.

Between life and death lay great terror, but also great fortune; Bibi Dong had let go of the past.

Moreover, she now had the chance to save another version of herself, ensuring the current Bibi Dong would not have to endure those agonies.

Now, it all depends on how this brat performs!

"However, I can test his character to see if he will keep his promise!"

Bibi Dong's heart stirred, and she transmitted her voice: "Kid, I have exhausted much of my energy and need to enter a deep slumber for a period of time!"

"Do not forget what you promised me; head to Spirit City as soon as possible!"

Ling Feng was startled to suddenly hear Bibi Dong's voice.

He had not expected that this ten-thousand-year soul beast could actually remain conscious after performing a sacrifice.

One had to know that even ten-thousand-year soul beasts like Xiao Wu and Ah Yin could not achieve this after sacrificing themselves.

Ling Feng was certain that this ten-thousand-year Death Demon Spider was no simple creature.

"Rest assured, I will head to Spirit City as soon as possible!" Ling Feng replied.

"Mm, although your cultivation is not high, with a ten-thousand-year third soul ring, Spirit Hall should be willing to take you in."

"You may speak the truth about the soul beast sacrifice, but you must not reveal my existence."

"Also, regarding the external soul bone on your back, you must not let anyone know about it until you have completely mastered and absorbed it!"

"What, there is an external soul bone?"

His spiritual power had been enhanced, making his five senses much sharper, and under Bibi Dong's reminder, he suddenly noticed the anomaly on his back.

Ling Feng reached back to touch it and felt eight slightly raised bumps at the base of his spine.

"Is this the Eight Spider Lances, the same as Tang San's?" Ling Feng was incredibly pleasantly surprised.

"I should test this external soul bone first, so I don't fail to use it when I encounter danger later!"

This was the outer perimeter of the Sunset Forest, where there were no dangerous soul beasts to begin with; furthermore, the lingering aura of a ten-thousand-year soul beast meant that ordinary soul beasts dared not approach.

Therefore, it was quite safe for Ling Feng to test his soul bone here.

Ling Feng took off his shirt, revealing a well-proportioned and sturdy physique.

He knew the importance of physical fitness for soul power cultivation, so he had trained his body quite well.

Ling Feng used his soul power and spiritual power to drive the small bumps on his back.

Suddenly, eight dark green spider legs tore through his skin and extended outward.

The surrounding trees were swept by the spider legs and snapped in unison, the cut surfaces appearing as if they had been corroded by some kind of toxin.

A giant tree collapsed toward Ling Feng, but the eight spider legs instantly lifted him up, and the tree was sliced into several pieces upon striking the legs.

"So strong!" Ling Feng was deeply shocked.