The Second Dharma Treasure

Xiao Wu looked at the black Soul Ring and subconsciously swallowed.

Even though she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast who had undergone Transformation, she knew how difficult it was for Soul Masters to absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Nezha did not hesitate. He sat down cross-legged, placed his hands on his knees, and began circulating his Soul Power.

Drawn by his Soul Power, the black Soul Ring slowly floated over and settled around him.

It was here.

A surge of violent soul energy flooded into Nezha's sea of consciousness like a burst dam.

The Southern Ape's unwillingness, fury, and fear transformed into the phantom of a colossal ape. It roared and struggled frantically within Nezha's sea of consciousness, attempting to tear through his mental defenses.

At the same time, the physical impact followed close behind.

The immense energy contained within the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring rampaged through his meridians. Every inch of muscle trembled, while every bone creaked under unbearable strain.

This was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

It felt completely different from when he had absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone.

The energy of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone was vitality—gentle and enduring.

A Soul Ring's energy was the complete essence of a Soul Beast: violent and domineering. The two impacts were not even on the same level.

Nezha opened his eyes within his sea of consciousness.

The Southern Ape's remnant soul was lunging toward him.

The resentful assault that would have made an ordinary Soul Master wish for death struck Nezha's mental barrier without stirring even the slightest ripple. Like raindrops falling into the sea, it vanished without a sound.

Nezha even had the leisure to examine the Southern Ape's remnant soul.

He knew how much pain Tang San had endured when absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring in the original story. He also knew that ordinary Soul Masters needed elders to guard them when absorbing one.

But Nezha felt nothing at all.

He did not even need to deliberately resist. The Southern Ape's remnant soul was automatically crushed by his mental power.

Was this the true value of the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Body?

After briefly marveling to himself, Nezha calmed his mind and began circulating the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, refining the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring energy pouring into his body with all his strength.

Under the guidance of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, that violent energy gradually became docile. It flowed slowly along the established paths of his meridians, merging bit by bit into his flesh and bones.

Time passed second by second.

The sun rose from the east to hang overhead, then gradually drifted westward.

Xiao Wu crouched by the lake, staring at Nezha without blinking.

She had maintained that position for several hours. Even when her legs had gone numb, she refused to move.

Er Ming's massive body stood behind Nezha, shielding him from the blazing afternoon sun. He too remained motionless, his bell-sized eyes fixed on Nezha the entire time.

Da Ming coiled around an ancient tree, his vertical pupils half-lidded as though dozing. Yet his spiritual power had long since spread out, covering an area several miles around.

No movement, however slight, could escape his perception.

No one knew how much time had passed.

The pitch-black Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring began merging into Nezha's body.

Then, his Soul Power began to surge.

The bottleneck at level twenty had long since shattered.

The Soul Power that had previously accumulated within his body due to his level limit burst forth like floodwaters from a collapsed dam. It joined with the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring's energy and drove his Soul Power Level steadily upward.

Level twenty-one.

Level twenty-two.

Level twenty-three.

Level twenty-four.

Level twenty-five.

Level twenty-six!

Before the astonished eyes of Er Ming, Da Ming, and Xiao Wu, Nezha's Soul Power jumped six levels in a row, only gradually stopping at level twenty-six.

"Tw... twenty-six..." Xiao Wu's voice trembled.

Six years old, level twenty-six.

What kind of concept was that?

Throughout the thousands of years of Douluo Continent's history, no one had ever reached such a level at that age.

"His physical strength..." Da Ming murmured softly. "It really has reached the level of a Soul King."

Er Ming said nothing, but his eyes were filled with unconcealed pride.

Look, this was the little brother of Da Ming, Sister Xiao Wu, and him!

Once the Soul Ring had fully merged, Nezha slowly opened his eyes.

A faint pressure radiated from his body. It was the natural aura formed after absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

However, of the three present, one had once been a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, while the other two still were Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts. Naturally, none of them felt much.

Xiao Wu even yawned.

Nezha rose from the ground and rolled his neck, producing a series of crisp cracks from his spine.

He clenched his fists and sensed his current condition.

Amazing.

After absorbing the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, his physical strength had risen another notch, and the Soul Power in his meridians had become even more condensed.

The Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique had also improved slightly. The increase was not large, but every breakthrough raised his future limit.

Most importantly, his second Soul Ring had unlocked a second Dharma treasure.

"Nezha!" Xiao Wu was the first to rush over, her eyes sparkling. "Quick, tell me! What is your second soul skill?"

The corners of Nezha's lips lifted as he activated Martial Soul Possession.

The phantom of the Three-Headed Six-Armed Dharma Body appeared behind him.

The central face was solemn, the left compassionate, and the right wrathful. Three faces bore three expressions, while the six crimson-gold arms each loosely grasped the outline of a weapon.

Behind him, the Red Armillary Sash coiled like a dragon, while the Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet blazed fiercely.

The second Soul Ring appeared.

The Red Armillary Sash's phantom shifted from blurry to clear, from illusory to solid.

The fiery-red ribbon danced through the air like a swimming fire dragon. Every twist carried scorching waves of heat.

Deep within Nezha's consciousness, a connection as intimate as blood quietly formed.

It felt just like the Qiankun Ring. With a single thought, it would appear.

The red glow gradually receded, and the Red Armillary Sash's phantom became blurry once more. However, unlike before, though it was still indistinct, it now possessed a physical form.

Xiao Wu looked at the Red Armillary Sash in Nezha's hand and asked curiously, "Is this your second soul skill?"

"No." Nezha shook his head. "This is only an ability that comes with my Martial Soul."

Xiao Wu froze for a moment.

She knew Nezha's Martial Soul allowed him to summon weapons. The Qiankun Ring that had appeared after he obtained his first Soul Ring was an example.

But she had not expected every Soul Ring to unlock a new Dharma treasure.

Xiao Wu reached out and touched the Red Armillary Sash. It felt soft and smooth, with a faint warmth to it. It did not seem like a particularly powerful weapon.

"What can this strip of red cloth do?"

"It is called the Red Armillary Sash." A slight smile tugged at Nezha's lips. "It has plenty of abilities."

As soon as he spoke, the Red Armillary Sash moved with his thoughts. It instantly transformed into a streak of red light and shot out, twisting and winding through the air so quickly that even afterimages were impossible to see.

Before Xiao Wu could react, the Red Armillary Sash had wrapped her up tightly, suspending her in the air with her hands and feet unable to move.

"Nezha—!" Xiao Wu shouted furiously.

Nezha chuckled. With a thought, the Red Armillary Sash immediately loosened and obediently flew back into his hand.

Xiao Wu landed on the ground and shot him a fierce glare.