The Second Magical Treasure

Xiao Wu looked at the black soul ring and instinctively swallowed.

Even though she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, she knew how difficult it was for soul masters to absorb ten-thousand-year soul rings.

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 drifted over and settled around him.

It was here.

A violent surge of soul energy poured into Nezha's sea of consciousness like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

The Southern Ancient Ape's unwillingness, rage, and fear took the form of an illusory giant ape, which roared and struggled frantically in Nezha's sea of consciousness, trying to tear apart the defenses of his mental power.

At the same time, the impact on his body followed close behind.

The immense energy contained within the ten-thousand-year soul ring rampaged through his meridians. Every inch of muscle trembled, and every bone creaked under unbearable strain.

This was a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

It felt completely different from absorbing the Blue Silver Emperor's Right Leg Bone.

The energy of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone was life force—gentle and enduring.

The energy of a soul ring was the complete essence of a soul beast—violent and overbearing. The impact of the two was simply not on the same level.

In his sea of consciousness, Nezha opened his eyes.

The Southern Ancient Ape's remnant soul was charging straight at him.

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

Nezha even had the leisure to study the Southern Ancient 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, and he also knew that ordinary soul masters needed elders to stand guard over them during the process.

But Nezha felt nothing at all.

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

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

Nezha marveled inwardly for a moment, then steadied his mind and began circulating the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, doing his utmost to refine the ten-thousand-year soul ring energy flooding into his body.

Guided by the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique, that violent energy gradually became docile. It flowed slowly along its established meridian routes, melding bit by bit into his flesh and bones.

Time passed second by second.

The sun rose from the east to directly overhead, then slowly began to drift westward.

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

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

Er Ming's enormous body stood behind Nezha, shielding him from the fiercest afternoon sunlight. He remained motionless as well, his bell-sized eyes fixed on Nezha the entire time.

Da Ming coiled around an ancient tree, his vertical pupils half-closed as though dozing off. Yet his mental power had long since spread out, covering several miles around them.

No movement, however slight, could escape his perception.

No one knew how much time passed.

The pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul ring began merging into Nezha's body.

Then, his Soul Power began to soar.

The bottleneck at level twenty had long since shattered.

The Soul Power that had previously accumulated in his body due to the level restriction burst forth like floodwaters breaching a dam. It converged with the energy of the ten-thousand-year soul ring and drove his Soul Power Level steadily higher.

Level twenty-one.

Level twenty-two.

Level twenty-three.

Level twenty-four.

Level twenty-five.

Level twenty-six!

Under Er Ming, Da Ming, and Xiao Wu's shocked gazes, Nezha's Soul Power rose six levels in succession before finally slowing to a stop at level twenty-six.

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

Six years old, level twenty-six.

What kind of concept was that?

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

"His body's 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 undisguised pride.

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

Once the soul ring had completely merged with him, Nezha slowly opened his eyes.

A faint, almost imperceptible pressure emanated 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 cervical vertebrae.

He clenched his fists and felt his current condition.

Refreshing.

After absorbing the ten-thousand-year soul ring, his body's strength had risen another notch, and the Soul Power in his meridians had become even more condensed than before.

The Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique had also improved slightly. The progress was not great, but every breakthrough raised the ceiling of his future potential.

Most importantly, the second soul ring had unlocked his second magical treasure.

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

The corner of Nezha's mouth lifted as he activated Martial Soul Possession.

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

The face in the center was solemn, the one on the left compassionate, and the one on the right wrathful—three faces, three expressions. Each of the six crimson-gold arms loosely held the outline of a weapon.

Behind him, the Red Armillary Sash billowed like a dragon, while the Wind Fire Wheels beneath his feet blazed with roaring flames.

The second soul ring appeared.

The phantom of the Red Armillary Sash shifted from blurry to clear, from illusory to solid.

The fiery red sash fluttered through the air like a swimming fire dragon, each curl carrying scorching waves of heat.

Deep within Nezha's consciousness, a connection bound by blood quietly formed.

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

The crimson glow gradually faded, and the Red Armillary Sash's phantom became blurry once more. But 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 that Nezha's Martial Soul allowed him to summon weapons. The Qiankun Ring that had appeared after obtaining his first soul ring was an example.

But she had not expected every soul ring to unlock a new magical treasure.

Xiao Wu reached out and touched the Red Armillary Sash. It felt soft and smooth, carrying a faint warmth. It did not seem like any particularly formidable weapon.

"What can this red strip of cloth do?"

"It's called the Red Armillary Sash." A faint smile curved Nezha's lips. "It has plenty of uses."

As soon as he spoke, the Red Armillary Sash moved with his thoughts and instantly shot out as a streak of red light. It twisted and coiled through the air so quickly that not even an afterimage could be seen.

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

"Nezha—!" Xiao Wu shouted furiously.

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

Xiao Wu landed on the ground and glared fiercely at him.