Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

Chapter 89 Orange Soul Ring, Unexpected Events

Inside the room, Xia Die's senses were not completely eliminated.

"That Ji Juechen is really talented," Xia Die remarked.

"Talent?" Wang Xian'er looked puzzled. "I can't see it. It seems to be only innate level three soul power."

"He was tempering his body with extraterrestrial meteorite iron, until the moment he truly emerged."

"Ji Juechen is no weaker than any genius with innate full soul power."

"This... Miss really thinks highly of him?"

"Well, I guess so," Xia Die laughed. "He can actually see images from the Grim Reaper's Scythe."

"I'm afraid even you, Mr. Wang, might not be able to do it."

"What do you mean?" Wang Xian'er asked, looking confused.

"Just wait and see!" Xia Die laughed. "He'll definitely reach the Soul Saint level in less than three years."

"He will definitely become a Title Douluo within ten years, and reaching the pinnacle will not be a problem."

"Miss, could I take a look at your weapon?" Wang Xian'er gasped, then cautiously offered her suggestion, a little concerned.

"sure!"

The butterfly fused the gold of life with its own authority over death to create the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

He handed it to Wang Xian'er.

Wang Xian'er touched the Grim Reaper's Scythe, and her body trembled slightly.

But the tremor quickly disappeared.

"There seems to be something inside, but I can't quite put my finger on it," Wang Xian'er said, looking at Xia Die with a puzzled expression.

"Hmm—" Xia Die nodded, "That's an understanding of the laws."

"If Elder Wang reaches the Limit Douluo level, perhaps he can capture it."

Wang Xian'er's pupils contracted, her voice filled with astonishment: "You mean, that child—"

"It's not what you think."

Xia Die retrieved the weapon and removed the attachment.

"His attribute is annihilation."

"It has some correlation with death, but the specifics are difficult to explain."

"If my guess is correct, he will soon master the field."

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"The acquired domain?" Wang Xian'er asked in surprise.

Even she hasn't mastered the concept of a domain yet.

"Yes, you're surprised, aren't you!"

"Uh, I don't think so." Wang Xian'er's tone was a bit emotional. "That little guy is nothing compared to you, Miss. His so-called sword intent is nothing special."

Xia Die shook her head helplessly.

She has no sword intent whatsoever; at best, she's just died a lot.

His swordsmanship skills were honed through sheer time and personal experience.

Even if a pig dies so many times, it will still become Marshal Tianpeng.

Even Huo Yuhao in the original novel only died a few thousand times.

Hey!

Forget the past.

If it weren't for Bai Er and Xi Lian, plus his sister Polycia, the four of them would have been dawdling and not letting Zandal finish his graduation project.

If it were just her alone, she might not have been able to persevere.

As some novels say, you might feel lonely if you're the only immortal being, but it's completely different if you're with a group of like-minded immortals.

Xia Die pulled her thoughts back, shook her head, and suppressed her distracting thoughts.

"Elder Wang, I will have the demon spirit help me condense my third soul ring."

"It might cause some unnecessary trouble."

"No matter what wounds I have, you heal them for me."

"it is good."

Wang Xian'er nodded, still somewhat confused.

At this moment, Xia Die's consciousness had already entered her spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

"You saw Ji Juechen's martial spirit too. How is it different from mine?"

As soon as Xia Die finished speaking, a butterfly flew out from the flower field.

Its voice was neutral: "Aside from being attribute-less, its martial soul has a certain compatibility with yours. According to you, its power is compatible with this."

"What are your thoughts, soul?" Xia Die sighed.

She is not from this world, unlike Tang San's family, and should not possess a martial soul.

It did awaken, but it was somewhat different from ordinary martial souls.

He sought out Ji Juechen this time because Ji Juechen's martial soul form seemed similar to hers.

In the original work, Ji Juechen's ability also leans towards annihilation, and death and annihilation are similar in some sense.

What? A love story later on?

That was purely due to the underlying code of Douluo Continent, which forcibly stuck a level 99 seedling at level 92.

"As for spirits, I can give it a try." The demon's voice pulled Xia Die back to reality. "What do you plan to do about spirit skills?"

Xia Die pondered for a moment and said, "I don't lack combat soul skills. Just like Ji Juechen, I don't need any soul skills to fight."

"Let's leave the Soul Skill blank for now; I'll inscribe it myself."

"Just like when Ji Juechen killed the soul beast, his subconscious will inscribed all his soul rings as amplification type, I roughly understand what's going on."

"Speaking of which, Soul Spirits! Are you planning to promote them?" The spirit's voice was a little deep.

"No." Xia Die shook her head. "I know what you're trying to say. In a sense, a soul spirit is a form of imprisonment for a soul beast."

"I never underestimate human malice, nor do I belittle human kindness."

In the original novel, as soon as Huo Yuhao revealed his soul spirit and it was understood, the Holy Spirit Cult began to increase the strength of the Sea Princess's side, wanting to experiment with a collar to imprison soul beasts.

"My lady, I'm actually quite curious about your views on humans and soul beasts," the demon spirit said, looking puzzled.

"You're thinking too far ahead." Xia Die shook her head. "Instead of thinking about these things, you should focus on improving your strength. I've always believed that opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

"Just like in my various reincarnations—"

Xia Die shook her head, not saying anything more, and changed the subject, "Demon Spirit, as I said before, connect the two Martial Soul slots to your origin."

"it is good."

The spirit nodded.

It always found Xia Die strange, as if she had seen through the illusions of the world, and it inexplicably wanted to know more about her.

She seemed to treat humans and spirit beasts equally, though this was only the spirit's own judgment.

According to what Xiaodie said, the demon spirit connected the origins in parallel.

Almost the instant the source was released.

Within the spiritual sea of ​​Xia Die, the Antichrist Flower began to sway.

At this moment, Xia Die's consciousness also withdrew from her mental sea and entered a state of deep meditation.

Purple and red.

Two spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet, hovering around Xia Die.

Xia Die sat cross-legged.

The red of the second spirit ring faded, becoming more serene.

Gradually, it turned a little orange.

A quarter of an hour, a quarter of an hour —

Wang Xian'er activated her Healing Angel Martial Soul, her four angel wings fluttering gently, filling the air with healing energy.

She gazed at the butterfly in meditation.

Among the two spirit rings, one purple and one red, the red spirit ring faded and was covered by orange, while the orange spirit ring was faintly visible, seemingly on the verge of disappearing.

I don't know how much time had passed, but night had long since enveloped the sky, and the chirping of cicadas could be heard from outside the window from time to time.

Xia Die's orange spirit ring dimmed briefly, then suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

An orange halo slowly rose beneath his feet, emanating an aura seemingly identical to that of the second orange spirit ring. "Did I succeed?"

Wang Xian'er looked tense.

Purple, orange, orange.

The 200,000-year soul rings belonging to the ferocious beasts share the same origin and are clearly from the same energy source with two branches.

Suddenly, Xia Die stumbled, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Golden blood flowed down his chin from the corner of his mouth.

"Golden blood?" Wang Xian'er immediately began treating Xia Die.

Seeing Xia Die's blood again, Wang Xian'er was somewhat surprised, but it didn't seem unacceptable.

The unusual behavior of the butterfly was not a one-off occurrence.

Xia Die stretched out her wrist and gently wiped away the spilled golden blood.

Her closed eyes slowly opened, and the gilded light in her purple eyes gradually faded.

"Zhang Peng, something's happened."

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