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

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, in the Mixed Zone.

Qian Anci sat cross-legged on a blue stone, with deathly energy slowly circulating around him.

He had completely absorbed the soul ring of the thousand-year-old Death Scythe Dragon Lizard, and was quite satisfied with the power of its first soul skill, "Guidance to the Underworld".

But what he cared about more was the dead dragon's first spirit ring.

"The Butterfly of Distant Lands"

He whispered in his heart, his consciousness sinking into that desolate underworld.

A pale purple figure stood silently atop the skull dragon's head, the underworld flowers on its skirt appearing and disappearing in the gray mist.

She looked down at him.

"An Ci, you called me."

"The spirit ring for the second spirit has been successfully formed?"

Xia Die nodded slightly, her slender fingers lightly touching the air.

In an instant, a pale purple phantom of a soul ring slowly rose behind her.

"Polyus' first spirit ring - [Dragon's Meteor Ring]".

Her voice carried a hint of remoteness.

"The bloodline of the dragon race carries the negative emotions that flowed when the dragon god fell."

Anger, resentment, hatred... after countless years, settle into the purest essence of death.

"This ring is formed from the power of the underworld."

Qian Anci's pupils contracted slightly.

Negative emotions stemming from the fall of the Dragon God?

That was the legendary grudge of the Lord of Soul Beasts and the God of War of the Divine Realm!

"What abilities does this spirit ring possess?"

Xia Die smiled slightly: "It's very simple—"

"Any dragon-type soul beast or martial soul will be suppressed in your presence."

She paused, her voice becoming more serious: "And soul skills..."

"[Dragon Meteor Breath]."

"Using the grudge of the Dragon God as a catalyst, with a single breath, all things wither and die."

Qian Anci felt a jolt in his heart.

This is practically a divine skill specifically designed for dragons or dragon-type martial souls!

There are countless dragon-type martial souls on the Douluo Continent, such as the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, the Bone Dragon, and the Fire Dragon...

If this spirit ring truly possesses such power, wouldn't it give him a significant advantage over his future opponents?

"However..." Xia Die's voice paused, "With your current body, using this ring will consume even more energy than your first martial soul."

"Moreover, this spirit ring is only a ten-year spirit ring, which can only suppress the bloodline of dragons under five thousand years old."

"It will grow stronger as you reap more death in the future."

"That's enough."

Qian Anci slowly opened his eyes, a flash of gray light disappearing in them.

He stood up and looked deeper into the forest, where mist swirled and the faint roars of beasts could be heard.

"The first spirit ring is already a thousand years old, the second spirit ring..." He paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, "...naturally cannot be inferior."

"I need to find a suitable soul beast, at least three thousand years old."

He dusted off his robes and turned to the two Title Douluos who stood with their hands behind their backs.

"I offer the Azure Phoenix, I offer the Golden Crocodile, I want to go deeper."

Azure Phoenix Douluo frowned slightly: "Young Master, the first spirit ring is already a thousand-year-old one. If the second spirit ring exceeds its limit again..."

I know what I'm doing.

Qian Anci remained calm.

"Besides, my first spirit ring is already a thousand-year-old one. If my second spirit ring is even less valuable than a thousand-year-old one, wouldn't I be laughed at?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Good lad!"

"I thought you were already preparing to find that ten-thousand-year-old soul beast with your second soul ring!"

Qian Renxue stood to the side, her golden eyes filled with a complex emotion.

She opened her mouth, but ultimately did not stop him, only saying softly, "An Ci, don't be stubborn."

"Don't worry, sister."

Qian Anci nodded slightly to her, then turned and walked into the depths of the forest.

……

Half a day later.

The four arrived at the edge of a valley.

This place is completely different from the dark swamps on the outside. It is lush with vegetation, full of vitality, and the air is filled with a rich sense of life.

However, in this place where life is at its peak, an extremely dangerous soul beast lurks.

"That is..."

Azure Phoenix Douluo's pupils contracted slightly as he pointed to a huge blue rock in the center of the valley.

A giant, crimson python was coiled on the rock, with a single horn on its forehead and a bulge on its belly, a sign that it was about to transform into a dragon!

Its scales pulsated like flames, and with each breath, scorching dragon breath spewed from its nostrils.

"The Crimson Fire Flood Dragon has a thin layer of dragon blood flowing through its body, and its cultivation level is... approximately four thousand years."

Azure Phoenix Douluo's expression was solemn: "Young Master, this soul beast has far exceeded the limit of the second soul ring. Even for you, your first soul ring is already..."

Before he finished speaking, a faint sound suddenly came from the bushes on the other side of the valley.

"who!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly turned his head, his burly body shot out like a cannonball, and slammed a palm at the bushes!

"Wait a minute!"

A clear voice rang out.

Three figures then leaped out of the forest and landed at the edge of the valley.

The leader was tall and thin, wearing a square hat and crystal glasses perched on his nose. A pair of illusory wings fluttered gently behind him, and he floated in mid-air.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's, and he was staring intently at the purple soul ring behind Qian Anci, his face full of shock.

"The first spirit ring... a thousand years?!"

Two people followed behind him.

A man, as burly as an iron tower, with bulging muscles and a face full of fierceness, was glaring angrily at Golden Crocodile Douluo, his soul power surging faintly around him.

The other person was a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in a blue robe, with a handsome face and a calm demeanor. He was looking at Qian Anci and his group with some curiosity.

"Dean Flander, this..." the burly man said in a low voice, "That child looks no more than six years old, how could his first spirit ring be a thousand years old?"

"Shut up, Zhao Wuji!"

Flanders gave a low shout, his eyes flashing with a sharp light behind his glasses.

"I can see it clearly, it is indeed a thousand-year-old spirit ring..."

He suddenly looked up at Azure Phoenix Douluo and Golden Crocodile Douluo, and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, I am Flander, Dean of Shrek Academy, a level 75 Soul Saint."

"That Crimson Fire Python is my student Qin Ming's fourth soul ring target. I hope you can do me a favor."

"Shrek Academy?" Golden Crocodile Douluo sneered. "Never heard of it."

His gaze fell on the burly man, then he suddenly grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth: "But... Zhao Wuji? I recognize you!"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed: "You..."

"A few years ago, some brat, relying on his Martial Soul being the Mighty Vajra Bear, which made him tough, repeatedly came to provoke my Martial Soul Hall branch..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo cracked his knuckles, saying, "What's wrong? Is your skin itching again?"

Zhao Wuji's face flushed red as he roared, "Old man, what kind of skill was your Spirit Hall back then, relying on numbers!"

That's enough.

Azure Phoenix Douluo spoke calmly, his cold gaze sweeping over Flander and the other two.

"Dean Flander, this Crimson Fire Python was first chosen by my young master."

"Shrek Academy... if I remember correctly, it's just an obscure third-rate school. How dare it compete with my Spirit Hall?"

Flander's expression darkened slightly.

Qin Ming, who was behind him, stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Seniors, I am Qin Ming, a level 40 Soul Master, and I have not yet absorbed my fourth Soul Ring."

"This Crimson Fire Flood Dragon is of utmost importance to me, and I hope..."

"Level 40?"

Qian Anci suddenly spoke, interrupting Qin Ming.

He stepped forward slowly, his plain white robe standing out conspicuously in the vibrant valley.

Those unfathomable eyes quietly scrutinized Qin Ming.

"You're level 40, I'm level 11."

His voice was calm, yet carried a chilling indifference: "But you seem quite resentful?"

Qin Ming was taken aback, then smiled wryly and said, "Young brother, you jest. How could I..."

"An Ci!" Qian Renxue exclaimed urgently, "What are you doing?"

Qian Anci did not answer.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, the scythe of death gathering in his palm, and a grayish-white death aura swirling around him like a thin mist.

On that jet-black scythe, dark red patterns were faintly visible, radiating a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"Dean Flander."

He turned to the Soul Saint who was suspended in mid-air:

"You just said that my first spirit ring violated the 'Ten Core Theories'?"

Flanders frowned: "Not bad!"

"One of the ten core theories of my friend Master Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul is that 'the age of the first Soul Ring shall not exceed 423 years.'"

Your thousand-year soul ring is simply…”

"Yu Xiaogang?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Anci couldn't help but scoff.

"Isn't that just a good-for-nothing who lives off women? Does he even deserve to be called a 'master'?"