That bone was shaped like a human shinbone, crystal-clear throughout and glowing with a blue-gold radiance.
It was the Soul Bone Ah Yin had left behind after her sacrifice—the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.
He had always kept it by his side, never letting it leave him, never allowing anyone to touch it, not even allowing anyone to see it. This Soul Bone was the last thing Ah Yin had left him, the only connection between him and Ah Yin.
But now, it was glowing.
Its light was no longer that warm, tranquil, moonlight-like softness. It was an excited, jubilant glow that flickered like flames.
It was trembling, trembling as though it possessed life.
The Blue Silver Grass patterns on its surface lit up ring by ring, from bottom to top, then from top to bottom, cycling over and over without end.
Tang Hao's pupils suddenly constricted. His breathing stopped, his heartbeat stopped, even his blood seemed to freeze.
He abruptly sat upright, his thin blanket slipping to the floor. Extending both hands, he cradled the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone in his trembling palms.
"Ah Yin..."
Tang Hao's eyes flew open, and tears welled up in his clouded old eyes.
He felt it.
It was not the guidance of the Soul Bone he felt, but Ah Yin's presence.
That presence was faint—so faint that if he had not missed Ah Yin's aura day and night, he could never have noticed it. It was so faint that he had thought it was an illusion.
But it was not an illusion.
Ah Yin had to still be alive.
He did not know what had happened, but he knew his feelings could not possibly be wrong.
Tang Hao pressed the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone tightly against his chest.