Obtain a soul ring?
Bibi Dong's brows rose slightly.
Su Linfeng had explained to her before: a soul beast that takes human form doesn't need to hunt external rings until after the Soul Sage stage.
The first six soul rings form naturally—whether their age or their skill, they are always the most suitable for the beast who has transformed.
This made Bibi Dong sigh inwardly. So simple for a hundred-thousand-year transformed soul beast to obtain soul rings… unlike us humans, who must risk our lives hunting soul beasts.
Still, she had already waited three days.
What was a little longer?
Bibi Dong could only remain by his side, continuing her silent guard.
Buzz—buzz—
Two rings appeared first, one yellow and one purple, circling rhythmically around Su Linfeng's body.
Then the world itself seemed to respond. Spirit energy flooded in from every direction toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Even the countless immortal herbs swayed and shivered as though singing along.
In Bibi Dong's stunned gaze, Su Linfeng's third ring began to take form.
It started white… then shifted to yellow… yellow cracked into purple… and purple ascended further, transforming into purest black!
A ten-thousand-year third ring!
But it didn't stop there.
Bibi Dong could feel the black ring still swelling with power.
Eleven thousand years. Thirteen thousand. Seventeen thousand…
Eighteen thousand years!
Only then did it halt. Su Linfeng's brow furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead.
So this is the limit?
He realized—eighteen thousand years was already close to the usual upper limit for a Soul King's ring. No wonder his soul power had only risen seventeen levels; most of the herbs' energy had gone into tempering his body.
And his body was far stronger than any human's—after all, he had once been a hundred-thousand-year beast.
Since he understood the reason, he didn't dwell on it further. The real focus now was on pushing for his fourth soul ring!
Resolute, Su Linfeng steadied his mind. The power of the Golden Crow erupted in full. Crimson-gold flames roared, his blood surging like raging rivers, purging every inch of his body.
Boom—boom—
Thunder rumbled across the clear sky, as though heaven itself sought to suppress his defiance.
The vision accompanying his ring condensation shook even Bibi Dong's heart. Staring at the sky, listening to the oppressive thunder, she muttered:
"He's gone too far beyond the limits… Whether he's man or beast, he's touching what should never be touched."
"Since ancient times, the gifted die young."
"But even if the heavens reject him… I will protect him."
Her eyes steeled with resolve.
"Martial Soul True Body!"
In the next second, she released her Death Spider Emperor True Body. The aura of a Title Douluo exploded outward, forcibly concealing Su Linfeng's presence.
Strangely, this time she suffered no backlash from the Rakshasa God's will.
Perhaps because her intention was different.
Before, her killing intent had always triggered the backlash. But now her heart held only one thought—to protect Su Linfeng. The Rakshasa will find no opening.
That very resolve even stirred the long-dormant will of the Evil God King.
Faint streaks of pure black flashed across Bibi Dong's violet pupils. A subtle aura surged upward unseen, and the rolling thunder in the sky weakened noticeably.
At the same time, Su Linfeng reached the critical juncture.
Threads of purple destructive energy peeled away from his crimson-gold flames, fusing into the forming ring. Each infusion of ruinous power was answered by thunder from above—until finally, the heavens fell silent.
As though nothing had ever happened.
The fourth ring started at eighteen thousand years. Su Linfeng's face twisted in pain, yet he continued drawing energy, forging the ring.
Twenty thousand years.
Twenty-one thousand.
Twenty-two thousand…
By then, his body was shaking violently. Fine cracks appeared across his crystalline skin, faint light of flame seeping through.
"He can't hold it!"
Bibi Dong's heart pounded with fear. She muttered:
"What is this little brat doing?! If he keeps going, his body will shatter from the overload!"
"Twenty-two thousand years—that was already the limit even for me with my twin martial spirits at the Soul King stage. And he still won't stop!"
Though terrified, she dared not intervene recklessly.
The rest was up to him alone.
Inside, Su Linfeng's very spirit quivered. His body was split before the naked eye, and even his mental strength was straining to its limit.
After what felt like eternity—
Buzz—
A thunderous hum rang out. The fourth soul ring finally stabilized.
Bibi Dong exhaled in relief, withdrawing her true body. But her gaze on Su Linfeng was still filled with shock.
Twenty-three thousand years.
He had truly forced it through.
Back then, when she herself had absorbed a yellow, purple, purple, black sequence with her twin spirits, she was already the number one prodigy of the Douluo Continent.
But this brat… he had gone even further.
Once again, shattering the theoretical limits of soul masters.
Yellow, purple, black, black—
A defying-heaven four-ring Soul Sect.
And not just the colors. Each ring had broken past limits again and again.
"Elder Sister."
Su Linfeng exhaled deeply, opening his eyes with a smile.
"I succeeded!"
Bibi Dong smiled back faintly, nodding.
Only then did Su Linfeng inspect his soul skills.
And what he saw stunned him.
Third Soul Skill – Scorching Sun Meteor:
An area-of-effect offensive ability. Three crimson sunfire spheres, each five meters wide, are summoned to descend in a triangular formation, crashing into the target area. Upon impact, a ten-second burning field is created. Enemies struck suffer a "Dazzle" effect, with a 10% chance of temporary blindness for two seconds—ignoring both physical and spiritual defenses.
All enemies within the zone take continuous fire damage each second, ignoring fire resistance, while their movement speed is reduced by 40%. Meanwhile, allied fire-attribute attacks are amplified by 20%.
It was both an offensive and supportive skill!
Su Linfeng's joy was palpable. A battlefield-control ability, useful for dividing formations or covering allies' bursts. Against tightly packed enemies, its destructive power was devastating.
But then—he noticed something else.
Fourth Soul Skill – Nine-Solar Binding Chains!
A single-target control ability. Nine crimson-gold chains of Solar True Fire manifest, forcibly binding one enemy. While bound, the target cannot use any displacement skills, and their soul power is forcibly siphoned away.
Combined with the third skill's area restriction, the chains would trap the foe within the burning field, bleeding power until certain death.
A perfect killing loop!
"This is a great skill!"
Su Linfeng's eyes gleamed, and unconsciously, he glanced toward Bibi Dong.
"…Hn?"
Her brows furrowed. In a cold voice, she snapped:
Brat! Do you have any idea how obscene your gaze looks right now?!