Battle Skill, a Worrying Future

"What does Tracing Origins mean?" Bi Ji could not help asking.

"It means pursuing the most primordial origin of something, reshaping it, and restoring it to its earliest, most complete state. You could understand that trace of nine-colored light as the Dragon God's nine colors," Yu Mingxiao said gravely.

"I understand what you mean. You're saying that my lord's Reverse Scale is transforming toward the Dragon God's Reverse Scale?" Bi Ji's pupils contracted as she asked in disbelief.

"I don't know." Yu Mingxiao shook his head and gave a helpless smile.

He had never expected himself to cause Gu Yuena's Reverse Scale to undergo Tracing Origins. Who knew what the Reverse Scale would become afterward?

"How did you make my lord's Reverse Scale undergo such obvious changes?" Rather than dwelling on that question, Bi Ji asked another.

"This... probably has something to do with a scene I saw."

Yu Mingxiao told Bi Ji about the scene of Ten Thousand Dragons Worshipping.

"Ten thousand dragons kneeling before the Dragon God? How could you have seen such a scene inside my lord's Reverse Scale?"

Bi Ji looked utterly bewildered and uncertain. "Is this the special trait of someone who has transcended fate?"

"Perhaps." Yu Mingxiao gradually lowered his voice. "I've only told you about this, so consider it our little secret. Don't tell anyone else, okay?"

As soon as Yu Mingxiao said that, the atmosphere immediately turned ambiguous.

Although Bi Ji had followed Yu Mingxiao precisely to seduce him, her expression still became somewhat unnatural. She nodded lightly. "Mm."

"I've gained some insights and plan to enter seclusion for a few days. I'm heading back first. Don't disturb me during these days."

Yu Mingxiao returned the Silver Dragon Reverse Scale to Bi Ji, intending to put his insight into practice.

Moreover, a bold thought suddenly arose in his heart.

Since this Silver Dragon Reverse Scale had unexpectedly undergone Tracing Origins, could his martial soul bloodline likewise use this opportunity to break through its bloodline shackles and trace back to the Radiant Dragon King?

With that thought, Yu Mingxiao's blood began to boil. It seemed he would need to borrow that Silver Dragon Reverse Scale from Bi Ji often in the future.

Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Yu Mingxiao pushed open the secret chamber's door, intending to enter closed-door seclusion.

Two flowers bloomed, each telling its own tale.

"Damn it, she was a healing-type Soul Emperor in her sixties, yet she still couldn't heal the hidden injuries in my body. What useless trash." Yu Xiaogang cursed as he returned to his private courtyard.

Because Bi Ji had only gone through the motions, Yu Xiaogang's injuries had not fully healed, and hidden injuries still remained within him.

Even if he could barely resume cultivation in the future, level twenty would be like an insurmountable chasm to him. He might remain stuck at level nineteen forever, unable to advance any further.

On this trip to the Sect Master Mansion to demand resources, not only had he failed to obtain any resources, he had also been slapped by his father. Yet more painful than the slap were his father's cold expression and his elder brother Yu Mingxiao's legendary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

It hurt. It hurt so badly!

Yu Xiaogang was nearly falling into despair. Why did every good thing belong to his elder brother? Why had fate refused to favor him?

"That Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring of my brother's must be fake! How could a mere Soul King absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring? And how could he possibly have broken through to Soul King at that age? It's all fake, fake!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot. He had completely lost his mind, and the moment he returned to his room, he began smashing the furniture in a frenzy.

Since his foundation had been damaged and he could not cultivate for the time being, Yu Yuanzhen had withdrawn the two sect disciples assigned to watch him. Thus, no one was there to restrain him.

"Huff, huff, huff..." Yu Xiaogang panted heavily as he sprawled on the bed, kicking and rolling about. Tears streamed down his face, soaking the bedding in a muddled mess.

"Bastard! All those soul master theories are fake. Once I reach level twenty, I'll absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring too. At level forty, I'll absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and at level fifty, I'll have Father take me to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"

The still-young Xiaogang had yet to realize that Yu Mingxiao was a one-of-a-kind exception. He retained a baffling confidence, believing that since Yu Mingxiao could absorb Soul Rings beyond the conventional age limit, then he could do the same.

What he did not understand was that even breaking through to level twenty was a major problem for him.

In truth, by the calculations of any ordinary person, upon seeing someone they envied possessing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, most would secretly spread the news and use outside forces to eliminate Yu Mingxiao, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's greatest genius in a thousand years.

But Yu Xiaogang was still too immature to understand that the tallest tree catches the strongest wind. Instead, he felt that spreading the news would only make Yu Mingxiao even more glorious. Then he would be compared to his elder brother once more and become a laughingstock.

Of course, with Yu Xiaogang's influence within the sect, the news could not get out anyway. Even if it did, outsiders would not believe that Yu Mingxiao possessed a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. They would instead think that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was building hype and glorifying its own genius.

Twelve days later.

Inside the secret chamber of the private courtyard.

Yu Mingxiao opened his eyes. The aura around him gradually receded as he muttered, "I never expected that by using my essence, energy, and spirit to fuse with the sovereign bearing that made ten thousand dragons bow in worship, I would create a battle skill like this..."

As he spoke, he threw a punch.

Golden light gleamed around the punch. It appeared utterly ordinary, as though it were merely a punch infused with the light element, yet it could stir his martial soul bloodline into a frenzy and double all his attributes.

If it struck a soul master, it would temporarily seal one of the opponent's soul skills. If it severely injured them, it would also leave an imprint deep in their mind. When they met again in the future, fear would rise in their hearts, reducing their combat strength by at least thirty percent and creating permanent psychological suppression.

This skill was somewhat similar to Mu En's Dominating the World, but because it had been comprehended from the Dragon God's sovereign bearing, this battle skill's effects were even more tyrannical.

Yu Mingxiao intended to name this battle skill Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage.

This was also the first Self-Created Soul Skill he had truly comprehended.

He normally did not bother with Self-Created Soul Skills, because they delayed cultivation.

Like Feng Xiaotian in later generations, a genuine Innate Full Soul Power genius who wasted his best years of cultivation researching some kind of consecutive slash. He failed to cultivate when he should have, squandered his time for nothing, and had not even broken through to Soul King by his twenties.

But this insight had been rare, so he had entered seclusion for a time and comprehended this soul skill.

"Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage... At the Three Sects Grand Assembly two years from now, perhaps I can use this move to shatter Tang Hao's Dao heart." Yu Mingxiao muttered quietly.

Ever since absorbing the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Spirit Bone, coupled with the strength of his ultimate dragon-type martial soul, even a Soul Douluo would likely be a match for him now.

In the sparring matches among the younger generation at the Three Sects Grand Assembly, he was confident he could suppress everyone present.

If he shattered Tang Hao's Dao heart, it was hard to say whether Tang Hao could still break through to Title Douluo in the future.

In this era, breaking through to Title Douluo was far from as easy as it would be in later generations.

Those who could break through to Title Douluo needed talent, luck, and perseverance. Not one could be lacking.

If he left Tang Hao with a heart demon, perhaps it could truly form a fatal barrier in his state of mind when he reached level eighty-nine, preventing him from ever breaking through to Title Douluo.

Unless Tang Hao could personally defeat Yu Mingxiao, or use an extreme obsession to break through that barrier in his state of mind.

Other than that, there was one more path: rebuild his Dao heart and no longer feel fear.

But when Yu Mingxiao thought of Tang Hao's despondent appearance as he hid away in Holy Soul Village, he shook his head and chuckled. "Unlikely..."