Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu both looked at Qian Renheng and spoke in unison: “What do you mean?!”
The Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow were ancient variant Spirit Beasts born from the same source, a rare find in a thousand years.
By all accounts, the Spirit Abilities granted by the spirit rings they produced really shouldn’t, and couldn’t, be this weak.
To find the most compatible spirit rings for the Seraphim, only for them to grant such weak Spirit Abilities—it would be absolutely impossible to say they weren’t disappointed.
So, hearing Qian Renheng’s words, they only hoped that they had just used them incorrectly.
Otherwise, wouldn’t Little Xue have wasted a Spirit Ability slot for nothing?!
Looking at his Great-Grandfather and grandfather’s expressions, which looked as if they were constipated, Qian Renheng explained calmly with a smile:
“Great-Grandfather, Grandfather, the Dawn Golden Crow and the Six-Winged Black Crow are born from the same source and are a once-in-a-millennium find.
Their rarity exceeds even that of hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beasts.”
“The Spirit Abilities attached to the spirit rings they produce are beyond imagination!
The first Spirit Ability I obtained from absorbing the Six-Winged Black Crow’s spirit ring is similar to Little Xue’s Holy Flame Manipulation.”
“One could even say they are the same Spirit Ability, just with different attributes.
Mine is called the Final Decree.”
“The power of this type of Spirit Ability is definitely not as simple or as unsightly as it appears on the surface.”
As he spoke, Qian Renheng began to demonstrate.
A thousand-year first spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, Soul Power was injected, and the Spirit Ability was activated.
“Buzz—”
The purple spirit ring shone brightly as Soul Power frantically converged, compressed, and took shape in Qian Renheng’s hand.
In just two short seconds, an Angel Sword that looked crude but radiated the three pure attributes of darkness, death, and destruction appeared in his hand.
Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu exchanged a glance, a flash of surprise in both their eyes.
Materialization of Soul Power energy?
This was not an ability that a low-level Spirit Master could master.
Like those two golden short daggers he had conjured, to condense them using pure Soul Power, one first needed a solid foundation of Soul Power, and secondly, the requirements for precision in Soul Power control were extremely high.
Otherwise, one wouldn’t even be able to form the shape.
And yet, Qian Renheng had so easily, albeit crudely, condensed an Angel Sword?!
Incredible!
Qian Renheng did not stop his movements.
He crushed the Angel Sword, extended two fingers of his fair right hand, and pointed them into the distance.
He gathered Soul Power between his two fingers, condensing it bit by bit, then compressing, compressing, and compressing it again.
“Shoosh—”
Accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking air, a black line as thin as a hair and almost invisible to the naked eye shot out.
“Squelch—”
In the direction his two fingers pointed, a towering ancient tree stood, so thick it would take three people to encircle it.
The black line cut through it as easily as a knife through tofu, leaving a hole that was transparent from front to back.
Just as the two old men saw this and were about to say something, Qian Renheng’s movements did not stop.
He raised his right palm and aimed it at a nearby rock.
“Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—”
Dozens of fist-sized black light orbs were rapidly compressed and poured out frantically like a machine gun.
“Boom boom boom boom boom—”
A series of dense explosions rang out, and that seemingly hard rock was instantly riddled with holes, with debris flying everywhere.
The corners of Qian Renheng’s mouth curled up slightly.
He withdrew his right hand and gathered Soul Power to begin shaping it.
A crude black-clawed glove gradually began to take form, then dissipated.
It was only because his Soul Power was insufficient; otherwise, he might have been able to directly shape a Soul Power armor that enveloped his entire arm.
In his view, his and Qian Renxue’s Spirit Abilities were simply unreasonably strong.
It was just that they were currently too weak to unleash the true power of these Spirit Abilities.
The demonstration ended, and Qian Renheng panted heavily.
The continuous execution had nearly exhausted his Soul Power.
He turned his head to the two of them and said with a smile: “Great-Grandfather, Grandfather, what do you think of our Spirit Ability?!”
“A general name for our Spirit Abilities should be Spirit Power Manipulation.
The core advantage isn’t the basic lethality you see before you.”
“But rather its terrifying plasticity!” Qian Renheng’s eyes lit up as he explained excitedly.
“When ordinary Spirit Masters absorb hundred-year first and second spirit rings, the first and second Spirit Abilities granted to them…”
“…are often very rigid, fixed moves.
By the time a Spirit Master reaches the level of Spirit Saint or Titled Douluo, these first and second Spirit Abilities, while having some attack power, become very mediocre—tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.”
“If they are attribute-boosting Spirit Abilities, it’s one thing, but if they are attack-type Spirit Abilities…” He looked at Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu and paused.
“Great-Grandfather, Grandfather, after you became Limit Douluos, did you still frequently use your first and second Spirit Abilities?!”
After becoming Limit Douluos, did they still frequently use their first and second Spirit Abilities?
The answer was no.
Their first and second Spirit Abilities were all attack-type abilities that did not significantly increase in power as their realm grew stronger.
Compared to fighting with their first and second Spirit Abilities, they might as well just use the Angel Sword.
Although the power of their first and second Spirit Abilities had increased somewhat after they became Titled Douluos, it was still unsatisfactory.
The power brought by releasing several first or second Spirit Abilities was not as great as directly releasing a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ability.
Thinking of this, Great-Grandfather Qian Wushuang and Qian Daoliu both shook their heads without speaking, giving the floor to Qian Renheng.
Seeing this, Qian Renheng continued to explain: “After most Spirit Masters’ strength reaches a certain level.”
“The power of the first and second spirit rings will gradually fail to meet the Spirit Master’s requirements, and the Spirit Master will inevitably use them less or even abandon them.”
“But Little Xue’s and my Spirit Abilities are different.
Our Spirit Abilities have no fixed form or power ceiling.”
“You could say that the power of our first Spirit Ability depends on our total amount of Soul Power!”
“The power of the Spirit Ability will increase along with our total Soul Power.
The higher our precision in Soul Power control, the stronger the plasticity of the Spirit Ability, and it can take on any form!”
“An external Spirit Bone will infinitely evolve and grow stronger as the Spirit Master’s strength increases!”
“Then our first Spirit Ability is equivalent to an external Spirit Bone among Spirit Bones.”
“It has the ability to grow infinitely stronger, even if our siblings’ cultivation reaches level ninety-nine in the future.”
“This first Spirit Ability will still be our strongest trump card because as we grow stronger, so does the Spirit Ability!”
“Furthermore, the attack method won’t be confined to a single form, thus avoiding becoming rigid!”
While it wasn’t that there were no Spirit Abilities with growth attributes in the Spirit Master’s world, there were absolutely none like theirs!
The more Soul Power injected, the more powerful the shaped form would be.
More Soul Power meant more power.
This Spirit Ability would never become obsolete; on the contrary, it was their current selves who were limiting the power of this heaven-defying Spirit Ability!
Qian Renxue looked at her brother with a face full of admiration, her azure blue eyes filled entirely with her brother’s figure.
That was right, this was the effect of her Spirit Ability.
She just hadn’t known how to explain it in simple terms.
What her brother said was exactly what she wanted to say.
“Hehe—”
Qian Renheng felt a secret thrill.
Once he became a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo and compressed his Soul Power to the extreme, he might even be able to cosplay as ‘Little Boy’.
Because of the plasticity of this Spirit Ability, countless whimsical ideas instantly appeared in his mind.
But unfortunately, his current total Soul Power was too low, and his precision in Soul Power control was also too low to use them.