Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor! Seedling! Take It!

That thing emitted an extremely faint energy fluctuation.

So faint that it would have been impossible to sense without the spiritual power of a Titled Douluo.

Dugu Bo's pupils contracted slightly.

He had found it.

He entered the cave, crouched down, and reached out to touch the soil on the ground.

The earth was loose; clearly, no one had disturbed it for many years.

Dugu Bo took a small shovel from his Storage Soul Guidance Ring and began digging carefully.

The soil was shoveled away layer by layer.

After digging about half a foot deep, the tip of the shovel struck something.

It was not a stone.

It was a box.

Dugu Bo slowed down and brushed away the surrounding dirt with his hands.

He lifted the box and opened it.

A Soul Bone glowing with faint golden light appeared before his eyes.

A Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone.

Its entire body was blue-gold, with faint blue patterns flowing across its surface like the veins of a plant.

The Soul Bone was not large, yet it radiated a life force that made one's heart tremble.

It was a supreme treasure left behind after a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's sacrifice.

If placed in the outside world, it would be enough to trigger a bloody storm.

Dugu Bo pulled the Soul Bone from the earth and held it in his hands.

A trace of uncontrollable excitement flashed through his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes.

"Tang San, I'm sorry."

"You won't be getting this Soul Bone."

"From now on, it's mine."

He stored the Soul Bone in the Ruyi Hundred Treasure Pouch and continued digging.

There was nothing beneath the Soul Bone.

But Dugu Bo did not stand up.

His gaze fell upon a corner of the cave.

There was a small blade of grass there.

It grew alone from a crack in the rocks, its leaves somewhat yellowed and clearly malnourished.

It could only absorb the meager sunlight filtering through gaps in the curtain of water, barely sustaining its growth.

Lonely.

Weak.

Unremarkable.

Yet Dugu Bo's breathing quickened at that moment.

A Blue Silver Emperor Seedling.

A seed left behind after a Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor's sacrifice, which had sprouted anew.

It was still very weak, no different from an ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

But once it matured, it would become a true Blue Silver Emperor.

One of the continent's most powerful control-type Martial Souls.

Dugu Bo crouched down and examined the seedling at close range.

Faint golden patterns could vaguely be seen on its emerald-green leaves.

Without a careful look, no one would notice them.

But Dugu Bo's eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people.

His Dark Golden Dragon Eyes, tempered by the Heavenly Tribulation, could see many things ordinary people could not.

"It really is a Blue Silver Emperor."

Dugu Bo muttered to himself.

He did not act immediately.

The Blue Silver Emperor Seedling was still too weak. If he harvested it directly, it would likely die.

This thing required a special method of transplantation.

Dugu Bo took out a jade box from his Storage Soul Guidance Ring. The box was filled with soil from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes.

The soil of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes was rich in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, making it the most suitable soil for Immortal Herbs and precious plants to grow in.

Using the small shovel, he carefully dug up the Blue Silver Emperor Seedling together with its roots.

The root system was placed intact into the jade box.

He closed the lid and stored it in the Ruyi Hundred Treasure Pouch.

The entire process took no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

Dugu Bo stood up and gave the cave one final look.

The Soul Bone had been taken.

The seedling had been dug up.

There was nothing left in this cave worth lingering over.

He walked out of the cave, passed through the curtain of water, and landed beside the pool.

Moonlight spilled over the waterfall, and splashing droplets gleamed like shattered silver.

Dugu Bo took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.

A profound gleam flashed through his Dark Golden Dragon Eyes.

He had gotten what he came for.

It was time to return.

After leaving Holy Soul Village, Dugu Bo did not head directly back to Sunset Forest.

He changed direction in midair and flew toward the southwest.

His Dark Golden Dragon Eyes glimmered with a ghostly light in the night, while a trace of complicated emotion lay hidden deep within them.

He had not visited the place he was about to go for many years.

It was not that he did not want to go.

He did not dare to go.

His former home was there.

His son and daughter-in-law were buried there as well.

Dugu Bo's ancestral home was not in Heaven Dou City.

It was in a small place called Blue Stone Town, in the southwestern region of the Tiandou Empire.

It lay several hundred li from Heaven Dou City. It was not prosperous, but neither was it particularly remote.

The Dugu Clan had lived there for generations, until Dugu Bo broke through to become a Titled Douluo and was recruited by the Tiandou Imperial Family. Only then did the entire family move to Heaven Dou City.

The old residence had stood empty ever since.

It was not that Dugu Bo did not want to return and take a look.

But whenever he thought of going back, he thought of Dugu Xin.

He thought of the son who had been sensible since childhood and had never caused him worry.

He thought of that young man, whose talent had not been exceptional but who had cultivated diligently and painstakingly, advancing step by step until he reached level sixty-nine.

Level sixty-nine.

He had been only one step away from becoming a Soul Saint.

Yet in the end, he never took that final step.

The Backlash Poison of the Jade Python Snake Emperor had taken his son's life.

It had taken his daughter-in-law's life as well.

Countless times in the dead of night, Dugu Bo had blamed himself.

If he had not passed his bloodline down to his son, his son would not have died.

If his son had not married and had children, his daughter-in-law would not have been eroded by the poison either.

If he had found a way to solve the Backlash Poison sooner...

But there were no ifs in this world.

After blaming himself for so many years and carrying guilt for so many years, he ultimately had changed nothing.

He could only watch helplessly as his granddaughter walked the same path, desperately suppressing it and desperately searching for an antidote.

Until the Nine Nether Divine Dragon awakened.

Until he gained control over Netherworld Power.

Netherworld Power was a force born from the fusion of poison and earth.

Nine Nether Power contained Nether Souls, the Nether Domain, Nether Silence, Nether Annihilation...

Among them was a kind of power known as Undead Power.

Dugu Bo had discovered this ability by chance while cultivating the Nine Nether Divine Dragon Art.

The Nine Nether Divine Dragon was born of the netherworld and ruled over the Nine Nether.

Its power was not merely a fusion of poison and earth, nor was it merely the judgment of the Heavenly Tribulation.

It also possessed a deeper, more mysterious power.

Control over the domain of death.

Or rather, control over the dead.

Of course, the Nine Nether Divine Dragon was not a god.

It could not truly bring the dead back to life.

True resurrection was the domain of gods, something even gods might not necessarily be capable of.

But the Nine Nether Divine Dragon could do one thing.

It could awaken the souls of the deceased and return them to this world in the form of undead.

Not as living people.

Not as bodies of flesh and blood.

But as existences suspended between life and death.

They had consciousness, memories, and emotions.

They could fight, cultivate, and use soul skills.

But they did not need to eat, drink, or breathe.

They were not eroded by poison or plagued by disease.

As long as they did not suffer attacks of light power.

They were almost immortal and indestructible.

Even if they died, Dugu Bo could revive them once more.

Of course, this form of undead resurrection had enormous limitations.

First, the deceased had to retain a complete skeleton.

Second, the soul could not have completely dispersed from this world.

If the soul had already completely dissipated, or the skeleton had decayed, then there was nothing he could do.

Finally, the resurrected undead would be limited by the strength they had possessed in life.

They could not surpass the level limit they had reached while alive unless external forces intervened.