Above Godwind City, the vast expanse of blue light rippled across the clouds like solid waves.
On the square of Godwind Academy, the forty-nine young Soul Masters who had been stunned by receiving a Vision were now undergoing the most incredible transformation of their lives.
Shui Bing'er lowered her head and looked at the crystal-clear wind-element gemstone hanging from her chest.
At its once-motionless core, the windmill rune began spinning wildly.
Crack.
A crisp sound of shattering rang out.
It wasn't the gemstone breaking, but rather some shackle that had bound its power being completely broken.
The Vision slowly floated up, slipping free of its cord, and spun in circles before Shui Bing'er.
Then, it unfurled its tiny wings.
The once-hard crystal softened, transforming into a strange creature about the size of a palm.
Its whole body was emerald green, with transparent, delicate wings on its back. The purest fluctuations of wind elemental power radiated from it.
"This is..."
Shui Bing'er held out her hand, and the little creature affectionately settled into her palm, rubbing against her fingers.
The instant they touched—
Boom!
A cool yet immense current of air surged from her palm, instantly coursing through Shui Bing'er's limbs and bones.
Her Ice Phoenix Martial Soul let out a clear, ringing cry.
But within that cry, there was now the lightness and whistling of the wind.
The bone-chilling cold that had once filled her was now perfectly fused with the fierce, cutting gale.
The wind bolstered the ice, and the ice borrowed the wind's power.
"Ultimate Wind..."
Shui Bing'er murmured to herself. She could clearly feel that the wind elements in the surrounding air, once so hard to grasp, now obeyed her like her own limbs.
And that wasn't all.
A gold-and-red God-Bestowed Spirit Ring hovered quietly above her head, waiting for her to absorb it.
"It really evolved."
Nearby, Shui Yue'er jumped up in excitement. A mischievous Sylph was perched on her shoulder, tugging playfully at her hair.
"Big sis! I feel amazing!"
"I feel like I can cultivate several times faster than before!"
And it wasn't just the sisters.
Feng Xiaotian gazed at the Sylph circling him, his eyes filled with fervor.
He had been born with full soul power and was already a wind-attribute prodigy.
Now that he had the Sylph formed from the Vision boosting him, his Gale Twin-Headed Wolf Martial Soul might truly evolve into the Gale Demon Wolf Emperor!
"Teacher Venti..."
Bai Chenxiang cradled the little spirit in her hands, her eyes slightly moist.
She came from the Speed Clan. Although she was incredibly fast, her attack power had always been a weakness.
But now, with the boost of Ultimate Wind, her means of attack would undergo a qualitative leap.
This kindness was too great.
"Thank you, Teacher, for this treasure!"
Feng Xiaotian was the first to react. He faced the City Lord Mansion and fell heavily to his knees, striking his forehead against the ground.
"Thank you, Teacher, for this treasure!"
Immediately afterward, the forty-nine chosen geniuses on the square fell to their knees as one.
Their cries shook the heavens and soared into the clouds.
At that moment, the reverence and unwavering loyalty they felt toward the city lord—who usually seemed unreliable and only ever drank wine and played the zither—reached unprecedented heights.
If anyone dared to badmouth Venti now, those forty-nine would tear them to pieces even without Venti lifting a finger.
While Godwind City was filled with celebration,
the Sky Curtain above the firmament gave the world little time to catch its breath.
The blue radiance slowly faded, and a more exalted, mysterious silver-white light began to gather around the Golden Ranking.
Unlike sunlight, the silver glow wasn't dazzling. It carried the cold, metallic sheen of steel, as though it could freeze time and pierce through space.
The noisy continent fell silent once more.
Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the image slowly taking shape.
Where the silver light gathered, a long, slender spear gradually appeared.
Its entire shaft gleamed with brilliant silver, carved with countless intricate dragon-scale patterns. Each scale looked so lifelike that it seemed ready to come alive at any moment.
The spearhead was no ordinary sharp point. It resembled a dragon's tongue flicking out, its keen edge enough to make one's heart tremble.
It hovered silently in the air, and its very presence caused the surrounding space to warp and crack ever so slightly.
A dragon's might, ancient and primordial, passed through the Sky Curtain and pressed heavily on every heart.
[Sixth on the Rare Treasure Ranking: Silver Dragon Spear!]
The moment those words appeared, many Titled Douluo's expressions changed.
Those with Beast Martial Souls were especially affected. They felt their Martial Souls trembling uncontrollably within them—the submission and fear of their bloodlines rising from deep within.
More words appeared on the Golden Ranking.
[Type: Divine Artifact/Authority of the Dragon Clan]
[Holder: Gu Yuena]
[Description: This spear was formed from one of the Silver Dragon King's ribs and contains the supreme authority to control the elements.
It is not merely a weapon of destruction, but also a scepter that commands all beasts. When the spear strikes, it can summon calamities upon heaven and earth, controlling the seven elements of water, fire, earth, wind, light, darkness, and space!]
In the image, a colossal silver dragon briefly appeared. Its purple eyes gazed indifferently upon the mortal world. Just one look from it left countless people deeply shaken.
Jialing Pass, Tang Sect headquarters.
Tang San stood atop the city wall. The Sea God Trident in his hand had grown slightly hot, as though it had sensed the presence of a natural enemy.
He stared at the Silver Dragon Spear on the Sky Curtain, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Just moments ago, the Asura Divine Power within him had stirred.
It was pure killing intent.
"Silver Dragon King..."
Tang San murmured the name, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the patterns on the Trident.
Though he didn't fully understand the ancient secrets involved, the revulsion conveyed to him by the Asura God's will was unmistakable.
This was an enemy of the Divine Realm.
A remnant that had to be eradicated.
"Little San, what's wrong?"
Dai Mubai sensed the killing intent around Tang San and asked in confusion.
"That spear is trouble."
Tang San's voice was soft, yet carried an indescribable chill.
"It shouldn't exist in this world."
"Since it's in Gu Yuena's hands in Star Dou Forest, it means the Soul Beast Clan is plotting something big."
As he spoke, a trace of barely perceptible greed flashed through Tang San's eyes.
If he could kill Gu Yuena and seize the Silver Dragon Spear...
Wouldn't the endless Soul Beast resources in Star Dou Forest become the Tang Sect's own backyard?
From then on, whenever the Clear Sky Sect or Tang Sect wanted Soul Rings or Soul Bones, wouldn't they be free to take them as they pleased?
At that thought, Tang San's sense of righteousness welled up once more.
"Those who are not of our kind must have a different heart."
"Since Gu Yuena possesses such an evil divine artifact, she must be a threat to the peace of the continent."
"Looks like once we've wiped out Spirit Hall, we'll have to take a trip to Star Dou Forest as well."
Tang San spoke with solemn righteousness. Ma Hongjun and the others nearby nodded repeatedly, agreeing that Third Brother made sense.