Qian Daoliu took a deep breath.
In his view, the dark angel skill was a bit evil.
It could corrode soul power and mental strength—that was understandable.
But it could also damage the body.
If this skill reached one hundred thousand years, how powerful would it become?
“Grandpa, what’s wrong?” Lin Feng asked, confused.
“Nothing,” Qian Daoliu said with a small smile.
“A skill is not good or evil by itself. It depends on how it is used.”
He gently touched Lin Feng’s head.
“I’m just surprised. Your dark angel skill is very special.”
Lin Feng nodded.
“Yes, it is special. There are many skills that affect soul power or the mind.”
“But very few can affect soul power, mind, and body at the same time.”
“I think this skill is very strong. In one hundred thousand years, it may become extremely powerful.”
Qian Daoliu agreed.
“Yes, even now it is very strong. In the future, it will be even more terrifying.”
“Let’s go,” Qian Daoliu said.
“I’ll take you to find your second spirit beast—the Light Rain Butterfly.”
“It will likely give you a support-type skill.”
“A support skill…” Lin Feng thought.
He was curious about what the dark angel version would be like.
By evening, Qian Daoliu finally found one.
A 1,736-year Light Rain Butterfly.
This type of spirit beast was very rare and lived in remote areas.
“So this is the Light Rain Butterfly?” Lin Feng said, his eyes shining.
“It’s beautiful…”
The butterfly’s body was small, about the size of a human head.
But its wings were large—about half a person in size.
They were golden, with patterns like the sun.
Each thousand years added one pattern.
This one had one clear pattern, and a second one forming.
Qian Daoliu smiled.
“Most light-type spirit beasts are beautiful.”
“Kill it, Feng’er,” he said seriously.
“Don’t hesitate just because it looks nice. It’s very hard to find one at this age.”
Lin Feng didn’t hesitate.
He formed the Sword of Order again and walked forward.
The butterfly was trapped by Qian Daoliu and could not move.
It looked at Lin Feng with star-like eyes.
Lin Feng raised his sword.
Slash—
The sword pierced its body.
Soon, it died, and a purple spirit ring formed.
With experience from before, Lin Feng immediately began absorbing it.
He sat down and used his soul power to pull the ring toward him.
This time, something was different.
When the ring reached him, he felt almost no pressure.
It was much easier than before.
His Holy Light Angel shone brightly behind him.
Qian Daoliu watched carefully.
With previous experience, he was less worried.
Instead, he focused on protecting Lin Feng and watching for danger.
Half an hour later, Lin Feng finished absorbing the ring.
Now he had two rings: one black and one purple.
[Do you want to use the ten-thousand-year growth ring?]
“Yes,” Lin Feng answered.
The purple ring changed.
It darkened… and became black.
Now both rings were ten-thousand-year rings.
Lin Feng’s level also increased to level 22, close to 23.
The ring upgrade did not increase his level—only the ring’s power.
Even though Qian Daoliu had seen it before, he was still shocked.
“How can the God of Order help him this much?” he wondered.
He looked at Lin Feng.
“Feng’er, how do you feel?”
“I feel great!” Lin Feng said with a smile.
“Two ten-thousand-year rings at the Great Soul Master level.”
“Grandpa, am I the first in history?”
Qian Daoliu thought for a moment.
“Yes… you are.”
“No one like you has ever existed before.”
If this news spread, it would shock the entire world.
A six-year-old…
A Great Soul Master…
With two ten-thousand-year rings…
Most people would never believe it.