The Snow Empress's voice rang out again.
"I have three ultimate arts: Emperor Sword, Emperor's Palm, and Emperor's Cold Heaven. So the form best suited to my Soul Bone is an arm bone."
"But your right arm already has a Soul Bone, so mine will fuse with you as a Left Arm Bone."
"When it does, you'll gain two Soul Bone Skills from my three ultimate arts: Emperor Sword and Emperor's Palm."
Qi Dao thought that sounded good enough.
Once he was strong enough, he could seek out the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
Wouldn't that settle the matter of a Torso Soul Bone?
(In Douluo I, Tang San's Eight Spider Lances consisted of his spine and the eight ribs connected to it. In Douluo II, every Torso Soul Bone was a spine.)
No sooner had the Snow Empress finished speaking than a pain that pierced to the marrow surged through Qi Dao's left arm.
"Endure it," the Snow Empress said gravely. "My 690,000-year Soul Bone won't be easy to fuse with!"
"Of course, because I'm doing this willingly, nothing will go wrong with the fusion. And under my control, not a shred of the power within the Soul Bone will escape."
"As long as you fuse with my Soul Bone, your physique will undergo a change that turns heaven and earth upside down."
"Of course, you'll feel just the tiniest bit of pain."
Sweat beaded on Qi Dao's forehead, but he still managed a smile. "It's fine. I can take it!"
Over the years, he had endured Ice and Fire Body Tempering, a clash with the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum Immortal Herb, and the absorption of a 70,000-Year Dark Gold Bear Soul Ring at Level 50. What kind of pain hadn't he experienced?
"Good!"
Seeing how certain Qi Dao