The Right Arm Soul Bone

At the same time, the surrounding mist grew even thicker, almost blocking out all sight.

But the Ghost Shadow Ninjas were completely unaffected. The so-called mist couldn't confuse them.

Moreover, they could turn their bodies into shadows, rendering physical attacks useless against them.

At that moment, the Hidden Weapons in their hands fell like a torrential downpour, riddling branch after branch with holes.

The battle was exceptionally fierce.

The Mist Tree's branches were cut down, only for another crop to grow in their place.

Countless roots were severed, yet more kept surging forth.

But there were too many Ghost Shadow Ninjas, and they were too fast. Like tireless machines, they tore into the giant tree with frenzied ferocity.

At last, the Mist Tree's assault began to weaken.

Its branches moved slower and slower, and the mist it gave off grew fainter.

The severed branches stopped growing back, and the chopped roots no longer regenerated.

A little while later, cracks began to appear across the Mist Tree's enormous trunk.

The cracks multiplied and grew deeper.

"BOOM!!!"

With a world-shaking crash, the hundred-meter-tall Mist Tree toppled to the ground.

Countless branches snapped, and countless wood chips flew through the air.

At last, the mist filling the sky dispersed, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the branches.

The Mist Tree was dead.

An extremely dense halo, so bright it was almost blinding, floated up from its massive body.

The halo was as large as a millstone, radiating gentle yet powerful energy fluctuations.

At the same time, a translucent object fell from within the halo.

It was a bone shaped like an arm, pale green all over, with a faint sheen rippling across its surface.

It lay motionless among the dead branches and leaves, yet emanated an unsettling aura.

A Right Arm Soul Bone.

A glimmer of irrepressible delight flashed through Wang Zhi's eyes when he saw the Soul Bone.

After all, Soul Bones were exceedingly rare treasures.

Countless Soul Masters went their entire lives without obtaining one. Yet now, a Soul Bone from a three-thousand-year-old Mist Tree lay quietly right in front of him.

He didn't immediately step forward to pick it up, but waited in silence.

Glow Grass hovered by his shoulder, its leaves swaying gently as it absorbed the dense halo left behind by the Mist Tree's death.

The halo was extremely dense, as large as a millstone, and radiated gentle yet powerful energy fluctuations.

A moment later, the last wisp of the halo was absorbed by Glow Grass.

Its leaves trembled slightly, glowing brighter, before it slowly sank into Wang Zhi's body.

Only then did Wang Zhi step forward and bend down to pick up the Right Arm Soul Bone.

The Soul Bone felt warm to the touch. It was pale green all over, with a faint sheen rippling across its surface; a misty haze could just barely be seen within it.

He took a deep breath, sat cross-legged, and placed the Soul Bone in his palm.

His Spiritual Power reached out and slowly drew it toward him.

As if summoned, the Soul Bone transformed into a streak of green light and shot straight into his right arm.

Boom!

In an instant, a vast surge of Spiritual Power flooded Wang Zhi's Sea of Consciousness like a rising tide.

It was the Spiritual Power of the Mist Tree...

Frenzied, surging, and full of aggression.

Like countless tiny needles, it lashed wildly at his Sea of Consciousness, trying to tear apart this unfamiliar territory.

Wang Zhi grunted, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

But he had been prepared.

He gathered his strength and focused his mind.

He held fast to a single point of clarity in his mind, letting the violent Spiritual Power run rampant through his Sea of Consciousness while he remained unmoved.

Towering waves surged through his Sea of Consciousness. It was battered again and again, yet steadied itself each time.

Time passed slowly.

Who knew how long it had been before the assault gradually weakened.

The frenzied Spiritual Power began to grow docile, flowing into his Sea of Consciousness like streams returning to the sea.

The Soul Bone began its complete fusion with his right arm.

A strange connection stirred within Wang Zhi.

He could feel the Soul Bone becoming a part of his body, melding with him completely.

At the same time, streams of information poured into his mind: the Soul Skill contained within the Soul Bone.

After a long while,

Wang Zhi slowly opened his eyes.

An unmistakable look of delight welled up in them.

The Soul Skill granted by the Mist Tree Right Arm Soul Bone was a domain-type Soul Skill: Bewildering Mist.

It released vast quantities of mist that could not only obstruct the vision of Soul Masters caught within it, but also interfere with their Spiritual Power perception.

Even more terrifyingly, the mist also had a bewildering effect, capable of making people see illusions.

It was one of the finest domain-type Soul Skills around.

With this Soul Skill, his strength would rise another level.

Wang Zhi stood and flexed his right arm.

His Soul Bone-infused arm felt no different from before, but he could clearly sense the powerful strength it contained.

He turned and sped back in the direction he had come from.

When he found Zhou Tian'er and the others, they were waiting anxiously.

The moment she saw Wang Zhi return unharmed, Zhou Tian'er rushed over first.

"Xiao Zhi! Are you all right?!"

She looked him up and down, her eyes full of worry.

"I'm fine."

Wang Zhi smiled. "Come on, it's time to leave."

Zhou Tian'er was about to say something, but Zhou Hanyou held her back.

"Let's talk after we get out."

The four of them stood together and pressed their Distress Signal Devices at the same time.

A flash of light.

Back in reality.

The metal cabinets slid open with a faint hiss.

Wang Zhi opened his eyes and sat up inside the metal cabinet.

The light around him was a little harsh. He blinked and took a moment to adjust before he could make out his surroundings.

A circular metal room, a huge Soul Guide Screen, Zhang Zhenpeng, and a group of staff.

Zhou Tian'er, Zhou Hanyou, and Wang Dongqi also sat up in their metal cabinets.

At that moment, Zhang Zhenpeng wore an exceptionally ecstatic expression.

He stared at Wang Zhi, his smile practically spilling off his face.

Because the Mist Tree had released mist over a vast area, the screen hadn't been able to show what was happening. But when the mist dispersed after the Mist Tree died, Zhang Zhenpeng had clearly seen...

That Right Arm Soul Bone!

Given what he knew about the Spirit Ascension Platform, any Soul Beast that dropped a Soul Bone upon death had to be a Spirit Ascension Platform Guardian.

And the Beginner Spirit Ascension Platform Guardian was far stronger than any Soul Master below the third ring. Even a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor might not be able to fight it, let alone kill it.

Whatever had happened in that vast expanse of mist, Wang Zhi had at least reached the strength of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor. That was a fact!

He could already picture their Sea and Land Academy claiming the championship of the Tianhai Competition.

Whether in the Individual Match or the Three-Person Team Match, they would be champions!

"Teacher."

"Teacher."

Zhou Tian'er called out several times before Zhang Zhenpeng finally snapped back from his wonderful daydream.

He looked at everyone with a broad smile, his gaze lingering especially long on Wang Zhi.

The way he was looking at him gave Wang Zhi a shiver.

The staff around them also looked at Wang Zhi with complicated expressions.

They knew all too well that the Mist Tree had been the Guardian of Hailu City's Spirit Pagoda Beginner Spirit Ascension Platform for more than twenty years.

In all those years, countless young Soul Masters had entered the Beginner Spirit Ascension Platform, yet no one had ever managed to kill it.

No one had expected it to be defeated by a boy who looked barely more than ten years old.