Douluo Dalu 2: Reincarnated as the Auspicious Beast

A faint layer of deep purple-black radiance spread from An Wen's body, vaguely forming a phantom of a dragon and a tiger in mid-air before it faded away. Yet, all those present seemed to hear the faint echo of a dragon's roar and a tiger's growl ringing in their ears.

Tiny dots of purple-black light gathered in An Wen's right hand, materializing into a pitch-black spear over two meters long.

The instant this spear appeared, the entire space around them seemed to darken slightly.

The lazy expression on Mu En's face vanished completely. He sat up abruptly, his gaze fixed in astonishment on An Wen.

"Absolute darkness—there's actually another with absolute darkness!" he muttered in disbelief.

The spear in An Wen's hand was entirely black, without the slightest reflection, as though it absorbed all light. Upon closer inspection, one could see irregular crimson cracks running along the shaft. These cracks looked like naturally fractured leather or shattered glass still held together. If one only glanced casually, the patterns appeared to writhe, resembling coiling dragons or prowling tigers.

The spearhead was shaped like a long, slender rhombus, seemingly forged from the same material as the shaft. However, the tip and edges were nearly transparent, exuding a sharpness that seemed capable of piercing anything. Beneath the spearhead flickered a dark purple shadow resembling the crimson tassels often found on traditional spears.

A single yellow soul ring floated beside Han Wen's right hand, where she held the spear.

"Tch, you talked big, but you only have one ring." Wang Dong sneered from above. "With just that, you think you can force me to use my thousand-year soul skill?"

As a soul master with the light attribute, he could instinctively sense the oppressive nature of Han Wen's dark energy, which made his heart race uneasily.

However, Wang Dong wasn't afraid—he had every reason to be confident.

The gap between one-ring and two-ring soul masters was immense, especially with his thousand-year soul ring enhancing his physical capabilities. Even if he felt a slight suppression from Han Wen's dark attribute, the difference in their soul power and physical strength wasn't something she could bridge easily.

"You shouldn't underestimate your opponent, kid." Mu En raised an eyebrow.

The darkness emanating from the boy on the ground was purer than his own light attribute as a Bright Holy Dragon. Furthermore, the faint dragon aura radiating from that spear seemed even more ancient and powerful than that of the Bright Holy Dragon.

Mu En couldn't help but speculate: an absolute darkness user with a dragon bloodline who wielded a spear... Could it be... related to an old acquaintance?

Mu En scrutinized Han Wen's features more closely. The more he looked, the more he felt that the boy bore a slight resemblance to Long Xiaoyao.

Could this child be the offspring of those two old monsters?

Thinking back, Long Xiaoyao and his partner had disappeared for quite some time. If they had indeed settled down and had a child without informing him, it wouldn't be entirely impossible.

Moreover, this boy not only possessed the rarest of attributes but also bore the bloodline of powerful dragon clans. Comparing this to his own descendants, Mu En couldn't help but feel a little defeated.

Regardless of whether An Wen was related to his old friends, her absolute darkness attribute was not to be underestimated. In the ten-thousand-year history of Shrek Academy, soul masters with absolute attributes had appeared only six times.

He chuckled inwardly. That little butterfly kid up there will be in for a tough fight if he doesn't give it his all.

Still, young people often don't get along until they've had a proper fight.

Of course, Mu En wasn't aware that among the spectators, there stood another absolute fire user and a future absolute ice user. Otherwise, he might have sighed at the sudden explosion of absolute attribute soul masters in recent years.

Though technically, only two were true absolute attribute humans.

Meanwhile, Wang Rui frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the spear in An Wen's hand.

That spear was none other than the Nether Extreme Tiger Emperor Spear, crafted by the Tiger Emperor An Yun through a ritual sacrifice of herself.

When forging the spear, An Yun had incorporated Di Tian's blood into the living metal and then offered part of her own soul during the final process.

The Nether Extreme Tiger Emperor Spear was a living weapon with a weak consciousness, likely housing the remnants of An Yun's soul. Apart from Di Tian and An Wen, only Wang Rui, Zi Ji, and Bi Ji could barely wield it.

As for Bear Lord? He couldn't even touch it.

Because of the blood connection forged into the metal, both Di Tian and An Wen could directly integrate the spear into their bodies, wielding it as though it were part of themselves—much like a battle armor.

For nearly two centuries, the spear had remained under Di Tian's guardianship and use.

Now, seeing it in An Wen's hands and recognizing it as her martial soul confirmed one thing—Di Tian had allowed An Wen to be here.

The key to a soul beast's reincarnation lay in transforming their original form into a human martial soul, with their compressed cultivation sealed within the new body, awaiting future unsealing as soul rings.

Yet An Wen's current martial soul was not her original form as the Golden-Eyed Shadow Tiger.

Did that mean she hadn't undergone a complete reincarnation?

No, that wasn't the issue right now.

Wang Rui's eyes darkened.

In Soul Land III, metals forged through soul refinement became one with the soul master and were considered an extension of their martial soul. If such metals were part of the soul master's body, they were essentially the same type of substance as martial souls.

And if they could influence martial souls, didn't that mean they had the potential to become martial souls themselves?

It might not have been tested due to every human already possessing a martial soul.

Wang Rui clenched his fist, his heart pounding violently.

Living weapons capable of becoming martial souls...

Living weapons capable of becoming artificial soul spirits...

Decades of accumulated knowledge and experience surged within his mind, illuminating new possibilities in an instant.

This could mean so much.

His mind raced, countless thoughts colliding, and yet everything felt blank.

Still, he needed to talk to An Wen for more concrete answers.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to slow his racing heart.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuqing stared at the spear in An Wen's hand, finding it oddly familiar.

Its material bore a striking resemblance to the metal forged by the Tiger Emperor An Yun in Sacred Beast's memory. Even its final form was quite similar.

But that was a real weapon—how could it appear as someone's martial soul? Moreover, the chaotic situation back then had prevented her from seeing everything clearly.

Huo Yuqing suppressed her doubts, but a seed of suspicion remained buried in her heart.

Regardless of how chaotic everyone's thoughts were, An Wen herself remained unaffected.

"You think you're so impressive? It's just a thousand-year soul ring," Han Wen sneered, looking up at Wang Dong with an arrogant smirk. Her sharp tiger teeth flashed briefly. "Let's see if I can force you to use your second soul skill!"

"Someone like you doesn't deserve to see it," Wang Dong retorted coldly, exuding an air of superiority.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Han Wen smirked back, unfazed.

A layer of dark purple light rippled across her body as a pitch-black spear appeared in her hand.