Soul Skills That Grow With the Soul Master, Possessing Infinite Possibility and Malleability!

Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu both looked at Qian Renheng and said in unison, "What do you mean?!"

The Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow were ancient variant soul beasts born from the same source, a rarity seen once in a thousand years.

No matter how one looked at it, the soul skills granted by the soul rings they produced really shouldn't—and couldn't—be this weak.

The most compatible soul rings for the Six-Winged Angel had ended up granting soul skills with such feeble power. To say they weren't disappointed would be absolutely impossible.

So when they heard Qian Renheng say this, they could only hope that they had simply used them the wrong way. Otherwise, wouldn't Xiao Xue have wasted a soul skill slot for nothing?!

Looking at the constipated expressions on his great-grandfather's and grandfather's faces, Qian Renheng smiled and explained calmly, "Great-grandfather, Grandfather, the Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow were born from the same source and are a once-in-a-thousand-years rarity. Their scarcity surpasses that of hundred-thousand-year soul beasts."

"The soul skills attached to the soul rings they produce are beyond imagination! I absorbed the Six-Winged Black Crow's soul ring, and the first soul skill I obtained is similar to Xiao Xue's Holy Flame Manipulation."

"You could even say it's the same soul skill, just with different attributes. Mine is called Law of Finality."

"The power of this kind of soul skill is definitely not as simple, or as unsightly, as it appears on the surface."

As he spoke, Qian Renheng began his demonstration. His thousand-year first soul ring rose from beneath his feet, soul power flowed into it, and the soul skill was triggered.

"Buzz—"

The purple soul ring blazed with light. Soul power gathered wildly in Qian Renheng's hand, compressing and taking shape.

In just two short seconds, an Angel Sword appeared in his hand. Though crude in appearance, it radiated three pure attributes: darkness, death, and destruction.

Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu exchanged a glance, a flash of surprise crossing both their eyes. Soul power energy materialization?

That was not an ability low-level soul masters could grasp.

For something like the two golden short daggers he had condensed, to form them purely from soul power, one first needed abundant soul power as a foundation. Secondly, the precision required in controlling that soul power was extremely high; otherwise, one couldn't even shape it.

Yet Qian Renheng had so easily condensed an Angel Sword, crude though it was?! Incredible!

Qian Renheng did not stop moving. He crushed the Angel Sword, extended his fair right hand, pressed two fingers together, and pointed straight into the distance.

He gathered soul power between his two fingers, condensing it bit by bit, then compressing it, compressing it, and compressing it again.

"Whoosh—"

Accompanied by a sharp sound of tearing air, a black line as fine as a strand of hair, almost invisible to the naked eye, shot out.

"Hiss—"

In the direction where his joined fingers pointed stood a towering ancient tree, thick enough that three people would have to join arms around it.

The black line pierced through it as easily as cutting through tofu, leaving behind a hole that let light through from front to back.

Just as the two old men saw this and were about to say something, Qian Renheng still did not stop.

He raised his right hand, aiming his palm at a nearby boulder.

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—"

Dozens of fist-sized black balls of light rapidly compressed, then poured out wildly like a machine gun.

"Boom boom boom boom boom—"

A dense series of explosions rang out, and the seemingly solid boulder was instantly blasted full of holes, shattered stones flying everywhere.

The corners of Qian Renheng's mouth lifted slightly. He withdrew his right hand, gathered soul power, and began shaping it. A crude black clawed glove gradually took form, then dispersed.

It was only that his soul power wasn't enough. Otherwise, he might have been able to directly shape soul power armor that wrapped around his entire arm.

In his view, his and Qian Renxue's soul skills were simply absurdly strong. It was just that they were still too weak right now and couldn't bring out the true power of these soul skills.

After finishing the demonstration, Qian Renheng panted heavily. The consecutive uses had nearly drained his soul power.

He turned to look at the two of them and said with a smile, "Great-grandfather, Grandfather, what do you think of our soul skill?!"

"The broad name for our two soul skills should be Soul Power Manipulation. Their core advantage isn't these basic forms of killing power in front of you."

"It lies in their terrifying plasticity!" Qian Renheng's eyes shone as he explained excitedly.

"When ordinary soul masters absorb hundred-year first and second soul rings, the first and second soul skills they're granted..."

"Are often very rigid fixed moves. By the time a soul master cultivates to Soul Sage or Titled Douluo, even though those first and second soul skills still have some offensive power, they become extremely useless—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away."

"If they're attribute-boosting soul skills, that's one thing. But if they're offensive soul skills..." He looked at Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu, his tone pausing before he said, "Great-grandfather, Grandfather, after becoming peerless Douluos, did you still often use your first and second soul skills?!"

After becoming peerless Douluos, did they still often use their first and second soul skills? The answer was no.

Their first and second soul skills were all offensive soul skills. They would not grow tremendously more powerful as their realms rose. Compared to fighting with their first and second soul skills, they would be better off using the Angel Sword.

Although their first and second soul skills had become somewhat stronger after they became Titled Douluos, they were still unsatisfactory.

The power brought by releasing several first and second soul skills was still inferior to directly releasing a ten-thousand-year soul skill.

Thinking of this, Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu both shook their heads without speaking, handing the floor back to Qian Renheng.

Seeing this, Qian Renheng continued explaining, "After most soul masters' strength reaches a certain realm..."

"The power of their first and second soul rings gradually fails to meet the soul master's needs. The soul master will inevitably use them less, or even abandon them."

"But my and Xiao Xue's soul skills are different. Our soul skills have no fixed form and no upper limit to their power."

"You could put it this way: the power of our first soul skills depends on the total amount of soul power we possess!"

"A soul skill's power rises with the total amount of soul power we have. The more precise our control over soul power is, the more malleable the soul skill becomes. It can take on any form!"

"An external soul bone evolves and grows stronger without limit as a soul master's strength increases!"

"So this first soul skill of ours is equivalent to an external soul bone among soul bones."

"It has the ability to grow stronger without limit, even if our cultivation reaches rank ninety-nine in the future."

"This first soul skill will still be our strongest trump card, because as we grow stronger, the soul skill will do the same!"

"And its method of attack won't be confined to a single form, which keeps it from becoming rigid!"

Although soul skills with growth attributes were not unheard of in the soul master world, there was absolutely nothing like their soul skill!

The more soul power they poured into it, the stronger the power after it took shape; the more soul power there was, the greater the might.

This soul skill would never become outdated. Instead, it was their current selves who were limiting the power of this heaven-defying soul skill!

Qian Renxue looked at her brother with worship written all over her face, her azure eyes filled entirely with his figure.

That was right—this was the effect of her soul skill. She simply had not known how to explain it in a plain and understandable way. What her brother said was exactly what she had wanted to say.

"Heh heh—"

Qian Renheng felt secretly thrilled. When he became a rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo and compressed his soul power to the utmost limit, maybe he could even cosplay as that little boy.

Because of this soul skill's malleability, countless whimsical ideas instantly appeared in his mind.

Unfortunately, his current total soul power was too low, and the precision of his soul power control was also too poor, so he could not use them.