A thought stirred in Chen Xiaojun's mind, and he pressed, "Another one? Do you mean the Five-Colored Deer?"
His thoughts raced. The Pegasus and the Disaster Fish were merely ninth grade soul beasts. Powerful as they were, their mysteries and soul rings paled beside the Five-Colored Deer's-a little shaman confronting a great one.
The third soul ring bestowed by the Disaster Fish was indeed powerful, but its strength lay more in stacking enhancements.
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The Five-Colored Deer's soul skills, however, were supreme treasures, especially their advanced forms, which could be considered Title Douluo-level.
The Spirit Abyss Xuanwu nodded gently, its words continuing to reach him through its thoughts. "The soul skill you just used, and that indescribable power within you, both reveal the Five-Colored Deer's gifts."
"A super soul beast's power is not reflected solely in combat strength. Though the Five-Colored Deer is unremarkable in battle among super soul beasts, it is an Auspicious Beast, a direct descendant of the deer race's strongest divine beast, the Nine-Colored Deer. It commands fate power."
"Fate power?" Chen Xiaojun repeated.
The Spirit Abyss Xuanwu explained, "It seems you were unaware this power existed."
"Fate power can help one turn calamity into good fortune, alter one's luck, and even influence the fortunes of an entire clan."
Chen Xiaojun closed his eyes in contemplation, and the scene from that day gradually surfaced in his mind.
The Five-Colored Deer lay on a patch of soft grass. Its five-colored markings gleamed, yet could not conceal its frailty.
Its eyes held profound sorrow, but also a tranquility that transcended the mortal world.
Chen Xiaojun knelt beside the Five-Colored Deer, holding its forehoof tightly, his eyes filled with grief at parting and compassion.
The Five-Colored Deer