"Father, what happened?" Tang Hao was so excited that he had not even covered Tang San's body with soul power.
Dragged along by his arm, Tang San traced a diagonal line through the air like a kite. He pushed his soul power to its limit before he could barely squeeze a little sound from his throat.
"Your ancestor is back! Your ancestor is back!"
Tang Chen had shown Tang Hao special favor ever since Tang Hao was very young, so at that moment, Tang Hao had not a shred of reason left to consider anything else.
Yet as Tang Hao raced toward the Clear Sky Sect with Tang San in tow, he never once considered what Tang Chen would think upon seeing him now.
Meanwhile, in an underground chamber beneath Spirit Hall, Chen Ming was carefully studying the pill he had refined. Before him were dozens of bound spirit beasts and dozens of unconscious death-row prisoners.
Chen Ming raised his blade and brought it down, killing a hundred-year spirit beast. A yellow spirit ring floated out of its body. He circulated his soul power to draw the spirit ring toward him, then extended his spiritual power into it.
Chen Ming took several metals with different attributes from his Soul Tool, fusing and shaping them little by little, altering their properties, and tracing Soul Tool array patterns and dragon runes inside them.
A smooth, silvery-white cylinder slightly taller than a person finally appeared in the chamber. Chen Ming grasped the spirit ring with both hands and slipped the illusory ring directly over the cylinder.
As Chen Ming injected soul power, activating the Soul Tool patterns and dragon rune arrays inside the cylinder, the yellow spirit ring began trembling violently. After shaking for a dozen or so seconds, it shattered completely.
"No,