Impossible-Soul Rings Can Fuse?

"That's a good idea."

The Demon Empress nodded. "The Northern Underworld Continent seems to be a world where Soul Beasts and humans coexist. I doubt they'll be too difficult to get along with."

"But we still need to observe them for a while."

The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King cautioned them earnestly, "For now, you and Fozi should stay here. Avoid contact with the people of the Northern Underworld Continent as much as possible."

"Don't worry, dear. I'll make sure Fozi behaves," the Demon Empress said with a nod.

"Dad, Mom, look! There are images in the sky!" Lan Fozi suddenly pointed at the Sky Screen and laughed.

"Oh? Perfect. I want to watch Sea God Island's destruction with my own eyes!"

The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King touched his blinded left eye and stared at the live broadcast on the Sky Screen.

Meanwhile, on Bei Miao's side.

After unleashing that earth-shaking strike, Bei Miao slowly lowered his arms.

Judging by how relaxed he looked, that strike had been no more than an appetizer. At most, it counted as a warm-up.

"Whew. Not a bad warm-up. Stretching my limbs now and then beats sitting around gathering rust with my main body."

Bei Miao stretched his arms in satisfaction, twirled the Meteor Spear, and planted it in the sea.

Looking at the dense spread of Soul Rings and Soul Bones across the water, Bei Miao reached down and turned the knob on the left side of his belt again.

The next moment, the Soul Rings were drawn toward him and hovered before his eyes.

"Hmm..."

Bei Miao rested his chin on his hand as he examined the Soul Rings around him, quickly learning everything about them.

"Three thousand Ten-Year Soul Rings, five thousand Hundred-Year Soul Rings, two thousand Thousand-Year Soul Rings, five hundred Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, and three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings."

"Not bad."

With a wave of his hand, every Soul Ring of a hundred years or more floating in the air instantly turned into a Demon-Sealing Card, arranged neatly before him.

"A fine harvest. The Soul Spirit Tower has gained quite a few Soul Rings, and those little brats will have more choices. Excellent."

As Bei Miao looked over the cards, he found that they included several Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts. His strike had brought more surprises than expected.

He absorbed all the cards. The Soul Rings were transported into the storage mechanism, while the souls within them entered the Underworld's cycle of reincarnation.

"And these Ten-Year Soul Rings."

Bei Miao spoke softly and extended his hand. Two beams of black light shot out, drawing countless Ten-Year Soul Rings together.

Then the impossible happened. The Ten-Year Soul Rings collided and fused like lumps of clay. Before long, a purple Soul Ring hovered quietly in the air, and he drew it into his belt.

[Douluo Continent · Yu Xiaogang: What did I just see? Ten-Year Soul Rings fused into a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring?

Is this really a power humans can wield?]

At Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong's eyes flew wide. She rose to her feet without realizing it and looked up at the Sky Screen, disbelief filling her eyes.

[Douluo Continent · Bibi Dong: Impossible! How could Soul Rings fuse? Not even the Gods can do that!]

[Douluo Continent · Qian Daoliu: Unbelievable, simply unbelievable! Can the Northern Underworld Empire alter the very laws of heaven and earth?]

Seeing those words on the Sky Screen, Bei Miao gave a cold laugh.

[Northern Underworld Continent · Bei Miao: How could a bunch of ignorant natives understand our power?]

He could do this because of Kunpeng's devouring power.

Bei Mingyuan could fuse what he devoured and transform it into energy for purification.

As Bei Mingyuan's avatar, Bei Miao naturally possessed the same ability.

With that done, Bei Miao waved his hand, drawing several streams of water into thin cords that brought the Soul Bones floating in the air to him.

"Three hundred-thousand-year ones. Not bad. They'll make some powerful Soul Tool Armor components."

After taking care of everything, Bei Miao turned to Xiao Bai, who still appeared unconscious.

"Hmph!"

Bei Miao dismissed the Meteor Spear with a wave of his hand, walked over to Xiao Bai, and planted a foot on her. She had woken up long ago and was only pretending to be unconscious.

"Well? Do you concede?"

"I... I concede."

Xiao Bai watched the sea slowly close up before her. She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed blocked, and she could not get a word out.

The moment Bei Miao had used Raging Waterfall Thrust, she had understood just how vast the gulf between them was.

She had once traveled alongside Poseidon and seen him subdue Soul Beasts of the sea as a demigod. Yet even she had never witnessed a skill this terrifying.

One strike had torn an entire stretch of sea apart. Just how much power did that take? Could a fucking human really do something like that?

"A bet's a bet. Go. Someone will take charge of your tribe."

"I understand."

Xiao Bai silently rose and gathered her tribe. They left in the direction Bei Miao had indicated, without the slightest thought of escape.

He was too terrifying. Yet after that strike, only a dozen or so members of the Great White Shark Tribe had died. That meant he had held back.

Xiao Bai was certain that if she fled, both she and the Demon Soul Great White Shark Tribe would be wiped out.

That strike was both the result and the answer. The Northern Underworld Continent feared no so-called Gods, nor did its people care which side she stood on.

To them, she was expendable. If she died, so be it. If she lived, she would contribute a little to the Northern Underworld Continent's biodiversity. That was all.

Such was the confidence their strength gave them.

Bei Miao rolled his neck and dismissed his armor, revealing his human form. "It's been ages since I stretched my limbs. That felt good."

"Master!"

The Northern Underworld Empire's warship had arrived, and Long Wei and his companion were waving from the deck.

Bei Miao leaped lightly aboard. "All obstacles have been cleared. Full speed ahead!"

"Yes, sir!"

General Long Wei nodded and swept out a hand. "Pass on my orders! Full speed ahead!"

Meanwhile, in the Northern Underworld Empire's capital.

The Northern Underworld Empire stood on an enormous mountain at the center of the Northern Underworld Continent. Its capital, North Nether City, was a vast city suspended above the mountain.

Situated at the heart of the continent, the Northern Underworld Empire connected routes in every direction and lay at the junction of the earth's veins.

To the north, it connected to the Northern Nether Glacier Range, home to countless ice- and water-type Soul Beasts.

To the east, it connected to the lushest forest on the Northern Underworld Continent, where countless Soul Beasts dwelled.

To the west stretched an unbroken Mountain Range. Its many rare mineral veins were mined for materials used to make Soul Tools.

To the south lay a vast volcanic Mountain Range, with volcano after volcano. Though it held tremendous destructive energy, Bei Mingyuan had confined it there, making it a habitat for fire-type Soul Beasts.

Together, these wondrous landscapes made up the Northern Underworld Continent. Of course, Bei Mingyuan had deliberately made it that way.