Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

The problem lies with Wang Teng's fifth spirit ring.

His fifth spirit ring was a gift from the Blue Silver King through sacrifice.

However, at that time, Wang Teng's cultivation was too weak, and his body could not withstand the impact of the Blue Silver King Soul Ring.

Blue Silver King had no choice but to perform a sophisticated sealing technique while making the sacrifice, suppressing, folding, and sealing most of the power of the spirit ring deep within it, releasing only the energy equivalent to a 50,000-year spirit ring for his daily use.

Over the years, Wang Teng had become accustomed to the docility of his fifth soul ring and had almost forgotten that the other half of his soul power was still dormant within it.

At this moment, the soul power of the Cold Abyss Dragon had surged into his body, and the enormous energy was coursing through his meridians.

This shouldn't have triggered the seal on the fifth spirit ring. The two spirit rings belong to different positions and do not interfere with each other.

However, the seal that the Blue Silver King placed back then has been eroded by the passage of time and has been subjected to soul power shocks in countless battles, so it is no longer as stable as it was originally.

The soul power of the Cold Abyss Dragon Chi carried a fierce impact, like a heavy hammer, striking every meridian node in Wang Teng's body again and again.

The seal on the fifth spirit ring was loosened by this knock.

The soul power of the Blue Silver King's soul ring surged out from the crack, carrying a violent and thirsty energy that had been suppressed for too long, and rushed wildly to his limbs and bones.

That's a difference in soul power spanning nearly forty thousand years.

The true power of a 90,000-year spirit ring is on a completely different level from the 50,000-year version that Wang Teng was used to.

Although Wang Teng's meridians had been strengthened by the immortal herbs and whale glue, they were ultimately not made of iron.

Two energies, one internal and one external, converged within Wang Teng's body.

Wang Teng's expression changed instantly; his pupils contracted sharply, and veins bulged.

Wang Teng forcefully guarded the last bit of clarity in his mind, sinking all his spiritual power into his body in an attempt to control the flow of the two soul forces.

He first slowed down the absorption speed of the Cold Abyss Dragon Soul Ring.

Then, Wang Teng transformed his spiritual power into countless invisible hands to soothe the raging sealed soul power in his fifth soul ring, attempting to suppress it back down.

But once the seal is broken, it's like a river bursting its banks; the more you try to stop it, the more ferocious the current becomes.

The sealed soul power even sensed his intention to suppress it, and surged even more furiously in its meridians, like a caged beast that had been imprisoned for many years finally smelling the breath of freedom, and desperately ramming against the remaining seal.

not enough.

Not enough.

Wang Teng gritted his teeth, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Panel, add some points for me!"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, this sentence transformed into a pure pulse of consciousness, striking directly at the golden panel suspended in nothingness.

The panel was crystal clear, with a faint glow flowing around its edges, and various data were listed in categories on it.

Wang Teng's consciousness lingered for a moment on the value called "talent points".

The talent points fluctuated rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, they returned to zero.

At the same time, the talent section has changed.

Originally, there were six talents, but the seventh one was left vacant for a moment.

Then a new line of text slowly appeared.

"Talent generation in progress..."

A moment later.

"Talent Seven: Colorless Ice".

The moment those three words were spoken, the long-dormant dual-attribute ice and fire soul core within Wang Teng's body suddenly trembled, like a giant bell being struck, causing his entire dantian to vibrate.

Immediately afterwards, in another corner, the "Talent 2: Fire Without Fixation" column also lit up with a bright but not dazzling light, as warm and smooth as jade, echoing the light of "Ice Without Color".

One cold, one warm, two beams of light intertwined and entwined in the sea of ​​spirit, eventually merging into a soft, silvery-gray halo.

A halo of light shone down on Wang Teng's entire body.

Wherever that halo passed, the originally violent soul power seemed to have met its nemesis, or like a wild horse that had been tamed suddenly recognizing its master.

The sealing soul power surging from the fifth soul ring no longer charged wildly, but slowed down and softened, transforming from an angry dragon into a gentle stream.

The soul power of the Cold Abyss Dragon was no longer frenzied. The deep black light stream became a little more transparent, carrying a trace of coolness, and quietly followed behind the sealed soul power.

The two forces flowed slowly through Wang Teng's meridians, one after the other, without colliding with each other. Instead, they were like two parallel tributaries, each steadily advancing along its predetermined course.

The tremors of the dual-attribute ice and fire soul cores also changed.

Previously, the shaking was chaotic and irregular, like a pot of boiling porridge.

Now it has become a rhythmic movement, contracting and expanding, opening and closing, like a living heart, carefully filtering, purifying, and redistributing every strand of soul power that passes by.

The surface of the soul core was originally covered with red and blue interwoven patterns. Now those patterns became clearer. The red was like lava flowing slowly, and the blue was like a calm and deep glacier. They intertwined but did not invade each other, and finally converged at the center of the soul core, condensing into a tiny point of light.

Wang Teng's breathing finally calmed down.

He felt as if his body was a ship that had been adrift in a storm for a long time, finally sailing into a safe harbor.

Under the influence of Bing Wuse's talent, the meridians that were about to break slowly healed, and tougher fibers began to grow from the tears, while the oozing blood was reabsorbed.

An unprecedented tranquility and fullness filled his dantian. The two soul energies no longer acted independently, but were uniformly regulated by the soul core, circulating in an orderly manner for three major cycles, expelling the last trace of impurities.

Wang Teng opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

The palm was clean, without any marks, with only a faint red and blue glow flashing beneath the skin.

He closed his eyes again, sank his consciousness into his body, and began to formally guide the energy of his seventh spirit ring to complete the final fusion.

This time, everything went incredibly smoothly.

The soul ring of the Cold Abyss Dragon slowly shrank, gradually shrinking from the huge halo that initially surrounded its entire body.

Subsequently, Wang Teng's soul power began to break through.

First is level seventy-one.

That thin bottleneck was like a sheet of paper; it was easily broken by the gentle push of soul power, without any stagnation.

Then his soul power continued to climb, to level 72, level 73, level 74...

Chapter 477 Ferocious Beasts Attack, Sword Douluo Battles Snow Empress

Wang Teng is absorbing his seventh soul ring.

As time went by, his aura gradually stabilized, and his soul power began to rise steadily.

When Wang Teng broke through to level 71 of soul power, the three people beside him, Sword Douluo, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong, almost simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Rongrong even unconsciously patted her chest. Although Zhu Zhuqing didn't say anything, the fine line between her brows that had been furrowed finally relaxed.

Sword Douluo nodded slightly, his tense shoulders relaxing a bit.

At this moment, Wang Teng's soul power was still increasing.

Seventy-two, seventy-three, seventy-four...

The upward momentum finally slowed down at level 75.

In the end, Wang Teng's soul power steadily stopped at level seventy-five.

At this moment, the 90,000-year soul ring in front of Wang Teng had completely disappeared, leaving only a faint black light that lingered in the air for a moment, like an ink drop falling into clear water, gradually dissipating.

"The spirit ring energy has been successfully absorbed."

Sword Douluo's voice was steady, but his tone carried the caution that only someone who had experienced great storms would have.

"However, the most critical moment of absorbing the spirit ring is yet to come—facing the counterattack of the remnant spirit of the spirit beast."

Chen Xin looked at Wang Teng with a serious expression, her brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of worry hidden in her old eyes that had seen the world.

The remnant soul of a 90,000-year-old soul beast is no joke.

Many Soul Masters stumbled at the final step of absorbing Soul Rings. The Soul Ring entered their bodies, but their minds were overwhelmed by the residual will of the Soul Beasts. At best, they went insane; at worst, they died on the spot.

"Grandpa Jian, don't worry."

Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, didn't seem to care at all, speaking as casually as if she were saying that the weather was nice today.

"Absorbing a spirit ring beyond one's level is nothing new for Wang Teng."

"He has a lot of experience in this area, if I may not mention anything else."

Zhu Zhuqing also spoke up, her voice not loud, but reassuring, saying, "Yes, Grandpa Jian."

"If Wang Teng really couldn't deal with the remnant soul of a 90,000-year-old soul beast, he wouldn't have gone to absorb this soul ring."

"He's not the reckless type."

Sword Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong, then at Zhu Zhuqing, and after thinking for a moment, the worry on his face slowly faded, and the corner of his mouth even twitched slightly.

"Too."

"This kid was never an ordinary Soul Master. His seventh Soul Ring is 90,000 years old... Heh!"

That "hey" contained a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep emotion), admiration, and a touch of defiance of age.

Perhaps because he breathed a sigh of relief, Sword Douluo's mind wandered for a moment, just for the blink of an eye.

"Soul Skill: Big Cold without Snow!"

Silently.

A flawless, snow-white hand appeared behind Sword Douluo.

This hand was as white as the eternal ice and snow of the far north, with almost no visible palm lines. It just appeared out of thin air and struck towards Sword Douluo's back.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"You really think I didn't notice?"

Sword Douluo snorted coldly. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling sharpness that made people's scalps tingle.

With a flick of his right hand, a red light flashed, and the Asura Divine Sword appeared in his palm, the blood-red patterns on the blade wriggling slightly as if they had come to life.

It turned out that when Wang Teng was absorbing the spirit ring, Sword Douluo had already sensed that someone was spying on them.

The newcomer was very strong. To be honest, Sword Douluo didn't discover it on his own; it was the Asura Divine Sword within his body that gave him a warning.