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And Mo Bai, at the peak moment of the three girls' simultaneous, soul-shattering orgasms and soul power fusion, felt it.
He felt that "Rule."
The "Rule" he had been exploring and practicing—combining soul rings with desire, binding power with obedience, and forging soul masters into exclusive "vessels."
That rule condensed deep in his consciousness, forming the prototype of a soul ring.
It didn't come from a soul beast, nor from a legacy; it came from his own "Dao."
Ninth Soul Ring—Eternal Soul Palace.
The color of the soul ring began to manifest. It wasn't black, nor red, but... an ever-changing, eerie color between pinkish-purple and dark gold. It had no age limit, for it was not born of hunting, but of creation.
Mo Bai let out a low growl, buried his desire deep within Zhu Zhuqing, and released.
Scalding essence poured in, carrying the power of the ninth soul ring he had just condensed. Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled violently, and her third soul ring's color completely turned to black—ten-thousand-year, it was done.
Energy began to flow back.
Mo Bai's essence, the three girls' primordial yin, the soul power of the four, the medicinal power of the immortal herbs, and the Yin-Yang energy of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well—everything, under the guidance of the power of the Eternal Soul Palace, formed a perfect cycle.
The moment the cycle ended, Mo Bai officially advanced.
Rank 91, Titled Douluo.
Title—Soulforger.
He slowly withdrew his desire and carried the three limp girls to the shore. They had all fainted, but their breathing was steady and soul power abundant, with various halos floating on their skin—a sign that the medicinal power was not yet fully absorbed. Their bodies were still twitching with aftershocks, pussies visibly pulsing and leaking mixed fluids.
Mo Bai covered them with blankets, then walked to the other side of the spring and sat cross-legged.
He needed to consolidate his realm.
He also needed... to digest the gains from just now.
He closed his eyes and looked inward at his dantian. There, nine soul rings hovered silently. The first eight were of normal color configurations, but the ninth—that eerie pinkish-purple and dark gold ring—was radiating a certain invisible force field.
Eternal Soul Palace.
A domain-type soul skill. Once unfolded, it significantly strengthens control over "forged" servants, weakens enemy will, and implants a craving to be dominated. Simultaneously, it passively reinforces the rules of "loyalty" and "service" within the soul rings of all servants.
Mo Bai smiled.
It was faint, but a smile nonetheless.
He looked at the three sleeping girls—Xiao Wu was curled up with a satisfied smile on her lips; Zhu Zhuqing's brow was slightly furrowed, but her body was relaxed; Dugu Yan's golden patterns glowed faintly in her sleep.
They were his works.
They were also his tools.
And now, the tools were more numerous and sharper.
He looked up, toward the outside of the valley. His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of mountains, seeing Heaven Dou City, seeing the distant Star Luo Empire, seeing Sea God Island, seeing the Spirit Hall...
"Not enough," he whispered.
Then he closed his eyes and began to consolidate his newly broken-through Titled Douluo realm.
Behind him, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well flowed silently. One half scorching heat, the other extreme cold, like the two most fundamental forces of this world.
And by that pool, the fates of the three girls had been thoroughly forged into... the way he wanted them to be.
Three days later, Dugu Bo returned.
He came to collect the root of the Earth Dragon Golden Melon and to check on his granddaughter.
When he saw Dugu Yan, a flash of shock crossed his murky eyes—not because of her naked body, nor because of the golden patterns on her, but because of her aura.
Steady, heavy, and full of vitality.
The deathly aura that had tortured her for over a decade had vanished.
"Grandfather." Dugu Yan woke up, and seeing Dugu Bo, she shyly pulled the blanket tighter.
Dugu Bo said nothing, just grasped her wrist and probed with his soul power. After a long while, he released her hand and looked at Mo Bai.
"You did it."
"Just a transaction." Mo Bai handed him the root of the Earth Dragon Golden Melon. "This is enough to cure your injuries."
Dugu Bo took the root, gave Mo Bai a deep look, and finally said nothing, transforming into green light and disappearing.
He was gone.
Taking with him the hope of healing, and also... a heavy debt of gratitude.
Mo Bai didn't care. He looked at the three girls who were waking up one after another.
"Rested well?"
Xiao Wu was the first to jump up and pounce into his arms: "Teacher, Teacher, I'm Rank 42!"
Zhu Zhuqing also sat up, feeling the surging soul power and the black third soul ring within her, her gaze complex.
Dugu Yan looked down at the golden patterns on her arm—they had now become a part of her, and a part of... a certain connection between her and Mo Bai.
"Pack up," Mo Bai said. "It's time to return to the academy."
"Back to the academy?" Xiao Wu tilted her head. "And then?"
Mo Bai looked into the distance.
"Then," his voice was very calm, "we go find more 'materials'."
"The road for the Soulforger Douluo is still very long."
The three girls looked at each other, all seeing a certain... realization in each other's eyes.
They were already his.
From body, to soul, to soul rings.
Through and through.