Douluo 2: Way of Fake God With Soul Tools

As expected, the unexpected still happened.

Third Soul Skill: Illusory Collapse.

As anticipated, this third soul skill is closely integrated with the first and second soul skills.

Illusory Collapse has two modes.

The first mode: Pseudo-Illusory Collapse.

It consumes soul power to mark a projected weapon, allowing the soul skill's caster to control the mark and detonate it. The power of the explosion depends on the level of the projected weapon and the soul master. For instance, when Su Luoheng uses the most powerful Pseudo-Illusory Collapse, its strength is roughly comparable to that of a Soul Ancestor.

The second mode: True Illusory Collapse.

In this mode, a mind-formed weapon within the Unlimited Sword Domain is used as the mark, which combines with the projected weapon. Detonating it in this manner does not consume the soul master's own soul power, but the mind-formed weapon in the Unlimited Sword Domain will disappear completely. To use it again, Su Luoheng would need to utilize the first soul skill to reform it.

However, for either mode of Illusory Collapse, the weapon must be either self-projected or crafted using a soul tool.

The skill from the soul ring, unsurprisingly, had nothing to do with the Thunder Tiger.

This came as no surprise to both the master and disciple.

Compared to the previous soul skills, this second soul skill was satisfactory: although it wasn't the expected ability, it had offensive potential.

As for the first soul skill, it did not disappoint.

The upper limit for analyzing soul tool capabilities continued to increase.

…

After advancing to Soul Elder, the spirit bone from the competition reward could finally be considered.

Absorbing a spirit bone is similar to absorbing a soul ring and requires avoiding disturbances.

And at the academy, no place is more suitable than Ran Yuming's seventh laboratory.

"Luoheng."

Ran Yuming handed Su Luoheng a porcelain bottle as he instructed, "This is a Concentration Pill I prepared for you. Take it while absorbing the spirit bone to increase the success rate."

This pill was a gift from Jing Hongchen.

Upon learning that Su Luoheng was going to absorb a spirit bone, he had specially sent over the medicine.

As the headmaster of Sun Moon Royal Academy, he valued the academy's overall interests over individual talents.

In truth, he didn't want Su Luoheng to absorb this spirit bone.

Although a thousand-year spirit bone is precious, its benefits are minimal once a soul master reaches the rank of Soul Douluo. Given his disciple's talent, he should be aiming for a spirit bone of at least ten thousand years.

But since his disciple was adamant, he had no choice.

Ran Yuming sighed and said, "Luoheng, if you regret it now, it's still not too late."

"Teacher, this spirit bone is very suitable for me."

Su Luoheng accepted the Concentration Pill with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Ran Yuming said no more, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Then go ahead. I'll be waiting outside for the good news!"

Su Luoheng bowed slightly to his master and proceeded to the back.

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...

Moments later, inside the quiet chamber.

Su Luoheng sat cross-legged, took out the Concentration Pill, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Though effective, the pill was merely an aid; successfully absorbing a spirit bone largely depended on the soul master's willpower.

"Phew…"

He opened the wooden box holding the spirit bone.

Inside lay a spirit bone resembling a human arm, though much smaller in size. A silvery glow shimmered across its surface, sharp and crystal-like.

Su Luoheng gently took the spirit bone and placed it in his palm. A piercing pain shot through him, as though pricked by countless needles.

Staring at the spirit bone, memories surfaced in his mind.

At first, both Su Luoheng and Elder Ran had agreed that absorbing this thousand-year spirit bone wasn't worthwhile. However, that mysterious girl's warning had changed his mind.

With her strength, she had no need to deceive him.

For that reason, he decided to absorb this spirit bone!

After a brief adjustment, he aligned the bone with his right arm and summoned his soul power to connect with it.

Instantly, the crystalline spirit bone dissolved, flowing into his skin like liquid.

Su Luoheng's right arm went numb, and his entire body began to tremble!

It was a powerful, tingling sensation—like ants crawling under his skin, or being gnawed on by countless insects! It felt as though his right arm's muscles were being torn apart, blood and flesh mangled.

Pain!

It hurts!

It hurts so much!

His face flushed red, veins bulged at his temples, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes in moments.

His eyes turned bloodshot.

But he gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain!

Absorbing the spirit bone would take time.

Every soul master faced intense pain during spirit bone absorption, but the sharp aura of this particular bone amplified Su Luoheng's suffering several times over.

Even with the Concentration Pill to ease the pain, his nerves were constantly tested.

The entire process relied on Su Luoheng's determination to hold out.

…

As time passed, Su Luoheng realized that this spirit bone was indeed extraordinary.

This must be the "unique trait" she had mentioned!

He thought he had been too hasty—it would have been better to wait.

But the absorption had progressed too far to stop now. The only choice was to grit his teeth and carry on.

Time ticked by.

Driven to his limit by waves of agony, Su Luoheng's mind grew hazy; he had barely absorbed half of the spirit bone.

Would he fail?

No, he didn't want to fail!

His expression was filled with reluctance, yet he felt powerless.

Just as his consciousness began to waver, he suddenly heard a faint crack.

At that moment, a cool, soothing energy released into his mental sea, covering every corner.

Su Luoheng felt his spirit revived.

The pain and exhaustion faded under this gentle, rain-like coolness, and the spirit bone, now stabilized, began to integrate fully.

Everything seemed on track, yet Su Luoheng was baffled.

How was this possible?

Wasn't he about to fail?

What was happening?

…

Just then, his vision went black.

When he regained awareness, his consciousness re-entered his mental sea.

"What's going on?"

"Where is this—"

Before he could finish, he looked around, bewildered.

For some reason, his mental sea had turned into a dim, gray fog. The gray bead that had always rested in his mind had vanished.

Could it be…

A realization dawned on Su Luoheng, and his confusion faded.

"Little one, seems like you're in some trouble."

At that moment, a gentle voice echoed in his mental sea.

The voice came from the gray fog, as if from all directions at once.

Su Luoheng was momentarily stunned, then pretended to recognize it, recalling, "This voice…are you that senior from Jingyang Mountains?"

"Yes," replied the voice.

The gray fog gathered, forming a figure of an elderly man in a gray robe. A mist surrounded his brow, obscuring his true appearance.

"Thank you, Senior, for coming to my aid," Su Luoheng said, bowing respectfully to the elder.