Time flowed quietly like water.
In the blink of an eye, Tang San and Xiao Wu had lived in Vast Sea City for more than a month.
Their daily lives had almost settled into a fixed routine: cultivation, nurturing the seed, and occasionally accompanying Xiao Wu outside to shop or stroll around. Although his cultivation was steadily consolidating, his mastery of the Life Shaping Soul Skill was growing more polished, and his faint connection with the World Tree Seed seemed to have strengthened a little, the repetition day after day ultimately made life feel somewhat dull and monotonous.
That night, after Tang San finished nurturing the seed in his room as usual, he was just about to begin his routine cultivation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill when a deep, familiar voice rang out in his mind without warning:
"Little San."
Tang San's heart jolted. He immediately gathered his thoughts and respectfully replied inwardly, "Dad, is something wrong?"
Naturally, this was Tang Hao transmitting his voice through his powerful Spiritual Power.
"Your recent cultivation has been too secluded."
A trace of barely perceptible concern colored Tang Hao's voice. "The awakening of your Blue Silver Emperor bloodline has given you immense power and potential, but truly mastering power cannot be done only in a quiet room. Flowers raised in a greenhouse cannot withstand the ravages of wind and rain."
Tang San fell silent. He understood what his father meant.
He had indeed sensed a bottleneck—not in his Soul Power, but in the sluggishness he felt when using his own strength and grasping the rhythm of battle.
After all, his actual combat power now far exceeded that of an ordinary Soul Elder, and even that of a Soul Ancestor, but he lacked practical combat experience against opponents of a corresponding level.
"There is