Douluo Continent: Twin Souls of the Underworld, Holding the Power of Life and Death

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

When Qian Anci landed, it was already noon.

He suppressed his martial spirit, straightened his robes, and headed towards the Hall of Offerings.

He walked at a leisurely pace.

The Spirit Hall personnel they encountered along the way all bowed in respect.

Qian Anci enjoyed this feeling. In her previous life, she was a slave to others. If she couldn't become second only to the emperor after transmigrating, wouldn't her transmigration have been in vain?

Inside the offering hall, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window.

He didn't turn around, but his voice clearly reached Qian Anci's ears.

"You're back?"

"Yes."

Qian Anci knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully.

"My grandson has broken through level 40 and successfully acquired his fourth spirit ring. The Fallen Spirit Master gang has been completely wiped out, and their leader, a Spirit Saint, has been confirmed dead."

Qian Daoliu turned around and looked him up and down.

"Level 45?"

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment.

"You were only level 39 before you left, and in just half a month you jumped to level 45?"

His voice was calm, but he seemed somewhat dazed.

"An Ci, shouldn't you give Grandpa an explanation?"

Qian Anci raised her head and met those golden eyes.

"My grandson encountered Poison Douluo Dugu Bo in Sunset Forest."

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Dugu Bo? That old viper?"

"Yes."

Qian Anci stood up, her tone calm.

"My grandson made a deal with him."

"What kind of deal?"

"My grandson will suppress the Azure Phosphorus Serpent venom in his body and also detoxify his granddaughter. In exchange, that blessed land will belong to my grandson from now on."

Qian Daoliu was taken aback for a moment.

"The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire?"

"The place where the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King fell is located deep in the Sunset Forest, shrouded in poisonous miasma, making it difficult for outsiders to approach."

Qian Anci paused for a moment.

"Dugu Bo occupied that area for many years and used the special environment of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well to cultivate a lot of immortal herbs."

Qian Daoliu's gaze became complicated.

"You used his Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, and then you jumped from level 40 to level 45?"

"Yes, grandson found the remains of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King at the bottom of that spring."

Qian Anci lowered her eyes.

"My grandson's second martial soul... is related to the dragon race. The residual power in those two dragon bones was completely absorbed by my grandson's martial soul."

He raised his right hand, and the scythe of death condensed in his palm.

Four spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Purple, black, black, and that two-tone soul ring that's half red and half blue.

Qian Daoliu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He stared at the red and blue intertwined spirit rings for a long time without saying a word.

"This is……"

"Formed from the primordial essence of the Ice and Fire Dragon King."

Qian Anci gripped the sickle handle tightly, his expression calm.

"Fourth spirit ring."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

"What about the spirit rings for the second spirit?"

Qian Anci knew that Qian Daoliu would question her upon her return, so she did not deliberately hide it.

The existence of the butterfly was simply concealed.

"My second spirit is quite special. Whenever my first spirit absorbs a spirit ring, my second spirit will automatically condense a spirit ring."

With a thought, the phantom of the Shadow of Polyces appeared behind him.

The gray-white dead dragon lay prostrate on the ground, its bony wings folded, and faint ice-blue and crimson patterns appeared on its body.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Dragon Transformation - Dual Form of Ice and Fire"

Qian Anci's voice was calm.

"The Bone Dragon's Breath can switch between ice and fire attributes. When used in conjunction with the first martial soul, its power is multiplied."

The hall remained quiet for a long time.

Qian Daoliu stared blankly at the strangely colored soul ring, seemingly lost in thought, but his mind had actually wandered far away for quite a while.

Automatically condensing soul rings? This sounds so similar to divinely bestowed soul rings, but in the inheritance of gods, divinely bestowed soul rings are only granted by the gods after the inheritor has passed the test.

After a long while, he suddenly smiled with relief.

Sure enough, it was the right decision to take this kid in!

My grandson Anci has the potential to become a god.

"An Ci, your trip has given Grandpa so many surprises."

He stepped forward and placed his hand heavily on Qian Anci's shoulder.

"Go back and rest first. Tomorrow, Grandpa has something to discuss with you."

Qian Anci bowed respectfully and withdrew from the offering hall.

As he stepped out of the palace, he happened to bump into a golden figure.

Qian Renxue leaned against the pillar, her white dress spotless, her golden hair burning like flames in the afternoon sun.

She didn't look at him, her gaze fixed on the dome of the Papal Palace in the distance.

"You're back?"

The voice was very soft, so soft it was as if the speaker was talking to himself.

"I'm back."

Qian Anci walked to her side and looked up at the dome together.

Qian Renxue was silent for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"You're willing to come back??"

"I acquired my fourth spirit ring after completing the mission, which is why it took me a little longer."

"You're already at level 41?"

Qian Renxue finally turned her head, her golden eyes sweeping over him.

His gaze fell on the red and blue dragon pattern between his eyebrows, which had not yet completely disappeared, and paused slightly.

"Your forehead..."

"It's an effect of the fourth spirit ring, it's nothing to worry about."

Qian Anci raised her hand and touched her brow.

After returning to Wuhun City, the dragon pattern had faded to almost invisible, but Qian Renxue's eyes were too sharp.

"What kind of spirit ring? It has this effect?"

Qian Renxue frowned slightly.

"What kind of spirit beast did you hunt?"

Qian Anci remained silent for a moment.

He didn't hide it from her.

"They are not soul beasts. They are the remains of the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King."

Qian Renxue slightly opened her golden eyes.

"Ice Dragon King? Fire Dragon King?"

"Two ancient dragons perished deep within the Sunset Forest. I borrowed Dugu Bo's Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire and absorbed the remaining essence of their dragon bones."

Qian Renxue stared at him for a long time, her gaze complex.

"You always do these reckless things."

Fortune favors the bold.

"So you got what you wanted?"

Qian Anci raised his right hand, and the Grim Reaper's Scythe condensed in his palm.

Four spirit rings slowly rose up.

When the half-red, half-blue dual-colored soul ring appeared, Qian Renxue's breath hitched noticeably.

"Is this your fourth spirit ring?"

"Um."

Qian Renxue fell silent.

She is also a three-ring Soul Master, with a six-winged angel martial soul and a full innate level 20 soul power.

Looking across the entire continent, he has almost no rivals among his peers.

But looking at the two-colored soul ring behind Qian Anci, she suddenly felt that her younger brother had already surpassed her.

"elder sister?"

Qian Anci saw her in a daze and called out softly.

Qian Renxue snapped out of her daze and turned her face away.

"It's nothing."

She paused, then added.

"I'm glad you're alright."

Qian Anci chuckled and put away his martial spirit.

"Is my sister worried about me?"

"Who's worried about you?"

Qian Renxue leaned against a pillar with her arms crossed, her chin slightly raised.

"I'm just... afraid that if you die, there will be no one to cultivate with me."

Qian Anci looked at the faint blush on the tips of her ears but didn't point it out.

"Then I have to live well."

Qian Renxue gave a soft snort and did not reply.

The two stood side by side under the veranda, gazing at the dome of the Papal Palace in the distance.

The sunlight cast long shadows of the two figures.

"Goodbye."

Qian Renxue suddenly spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than before.

"Um."

Do you know about the Haotian Sect?

Qian Anci glanced at her sideways.

"Of course I know."

"The weapon spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, is known as the number one sect in the world. The previous sect leader, Tang Chen, was a level 99 Limit Douluo who was on par with my grandfather."

"Pretty much. You weren't at the Spirit Hall during this time, so you didn't know that my father led a group to hunt down Tang Hao."