Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

Luo Yun was awakened by the cold.

It was a cold that seeped into his very bones. When he opened his eyes, the sun had already risen. Sunlight streamed from behind the ice peaks, turning the entire ice field golden.

He sat up and stretched. The wounds on his arms, shoulders, and chest had scabbed over, and although they still hurt a little when he moved, they weren't serious. His soul power was more abundant than ever before, as if a cool river was flowing through his meridians.

"Awake?" Master Fang's voice came from the side.

Luo Yun turned his head. Master Fang was leaning against a rock, covered with thick clothes. His face was still a little pale, but much better than yesterday. He was holding the baby bottle in his hand, slowly absorbing soul power.

"Master Fang, how are you?"

"I won't die." Master Fang looked him up and down. "And you?"

Luo Yun clenched his fist and sensed the soul power within his body. The soul power was circulating much faster than before, and with each cycle, he could feel a cool sensation spreading through his body, which felt very comfortable.

"It feels...good."

Master Fang nodded without saying anything, just looking at him.

He took a deep breath and activated his martial spirit.

Luo Yun looked down at himself—two spirit rings were slowly rotating around him. The first spirit ring was a normal yellow. The second spirit ring…

He was stunned.

The color of the second spirit ring is incorrect. The outer ring is a deep yellow, the color of over nine hundred years ago. But the inner ring has a dark purple base, as if someone had painted a layer of purple on top of the yellow. When the spirit ring rotates, that purple layer flickers with the light, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

"This is……"

"The purple of a thousand-year spirit ring," Master Fang said. "The energy of the Ice Marrow came in with the spirit ring, but it wasn't fully digested and has settled inside. Your second spirit ring is now almost a thousand years old."

Luo Yun stared at the spirit ring for a long time. Nearly a thousand years—meaning that although his second spirit ring appeared to be nine hundred years old, its actual power might be close to a thousand years.

Then he noticed some changes.

The form of the martial spirit possession has changed.

Previously, when the Ice Sparrow possessed him, his arms only had a few sparse, ice-blue feathers, like a newly hatched chick. Now it's different—feathers densely cover his entire upper and forearms, each feather gleaming with a metallic cold light. The feathers on his shoulders are thicker, like a layer of ice armor. His fingers have become longer and more slender, his nails turning into ice-blue claws, the tips shimmering with a faint mist of cold air.

Master Fang noticed it too. He stared at Luo Yun for a while, his brows furrowing.

"Your martial spirit..." he paused, "...seems to have changed."

Luo Yun felt it too. After the Martial Soul possessed him, he felt his arms were full of power, not the brute force from the shrunken meridians, but the power bestowed by the Martial Soul itself. He tried to flap his arms—not to fly, but just an instinctive feeling, as if his arms were naturally meant to have such feathers.

"It should be called Ice Falcon now," Luo Yun said after closing his eyes and sensing it. "My martial spirit has evolved."

Master Fang didn't speak, he just looked at him. Luo Yun tried to activate his first soul skill, spitting out a mouthful of icy mist. The icy mist covered the ice surface in front of him, but it was different from before—the temperature was lower, the range was larger, and it didn't dissipate immediately after being sprayed out. Instead, it covered the ice surface like a thin layer of ice, lasting for more than ten seconds before slowly dissipating.

"The ice attribute has also become stronger," Luo Yun said with delight. "The ice mist is much more effective now than before."

Master Fang nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "It must be the effect of the Ice Marrow. The Ice Marrow was brought in by the Soul Ring, which not only modified the Soul Ring but also your Martial Soul itself."

Luo Yun took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and began to experience his second soul skill.

He activated his second spirit ring. A deep yellow light shone, and the inner purple ring flashed briefly. He pressed his right hand against the ground—a few crisp cracking sounds echoed on the ice, and a clump of ice thorns sprouted from the ground, their sharp ice spikes crisscrossing like blades, covering a three-meter radius. He tried releasing it in a straight line again, and the ice thorns extended forward along a straight line—the last ice spike stopping seven meters away on the ice.

"A three-meter range, seven meters in a straight line," Master Fang observed from the side. "The power is quite good. Moreover, after the Ice Marrow enhancement, your Ice Thorns should be harder and colder than ordinary Ice Crystal Grass soul skills."

Luo Yun withdrew his soul skill and looked down at his hands. Second soul ring, near-thousand-year. Martial soul evolution, Ice Falcon.

He earned much more than he had expected on this trip.

"Pack your things, let's leave." Master Fang used the rocks to stand up; his legs were still a little weak, but he stood steadily. "It's not safe here. The ice falcon's nest might be nearby, and what if there's a second one..."

He didn't continue, but Luo Yun understood what he meant.

Luo Yun began packing his things. Master Fang also collected the remains of his soul tool; the level four soul cannon was damaged, but the cannon body could still be recovered.

When they came to collect the ice falcon's carcass, Master Fang stopped.

"Wait." He crouched down and used his short knife to brush aside the feathers on the ice falcon's wing. "Materials from a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast are valuable; take as much as you can."

He first cut off the claws; the claws of the ancient ice falcon are made of an extremely hard material.

Then he began to work on the wings. Although one of the ice falcon's wings had been blown off, the other was still relatively intact. Master Fang skillfully plucked the feathers from the wings one by one with a short knife.

When he reached the base of the wing, the tip of his knife hit a hard object.

"Um?"

Master Fang put down his short knife and reached in to feel around. His fingers found something in the muscle at the base of the wing. He frowned and poked at it for a long time before finally picking it out with the tip of his knife.

It was a piece of bone about the size of a palm, as thin as paper, translucent, and shimmering with a faint icy blue light. Its shape resembled a miniature wing, with feather-like patterns along the edges, and it felt almost weightless in the hand.

Master Fang stared at the bone, his hand frozen in mid-air.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yun leaned closer.

Master Fang did not answer. He examined the bone piece several times, then looked up at Luo Yun with a strange expression—not surprise, not excitement, but something indescribable.

"External soul bone." His voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something. "External soul bone of a ten-thousand-year-old ice falcon."

Luo Yun was taken aback. External Soul Bone? He had seen this term in a book—the rarest type of soul bone, which does not occupy the slot of a regular soul bone, can be absorbed additionally, and grows as the soul master grows.

"An external soul bone in the form of wings." Master Fang handed him the bone. "It's ice-attribute, a perfect match for you. Keep it safe, and we'll figure out how to absorb it when we get back."

Luo Yun took the bone. It was very light, as light as a real feather. When he held it in his hand, he could feel soul power flowing within it—cool, gentle, and resonating with his own soul power.

He carefully wrapped the soul bone and tucked it into the deepest part of the package.

"Let's go." Master Fang turned and walked south. "Hurry back. Your family must be getting impatient."