Soul Power Breaks Through Level Forty, Xiaotian's Opportunity, a Forty-Thousand-Year Sea Demon Whale Right Leg Bone!

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting orderly shadows.

Yang Jian had just finished washing up when his grandfather, Yang Wudi, called out from the courtyard before he could even step outside.

"Jian'er!"

With the call, Yang Wudi strode in with long steps, his face beaming with smiles and his hawk-like eyes filled with barely suppressed delight.

Though he had not said anything yet, it was not hard to guess from his expression that he had some good news for Yang Jian.

"Jian'er, I found something good for you."

Yang Wudi walked up to Yang Jian, pulled a wooden box from his robes, and snapped it open.

Inside the wooden box lay a deep-blue leg bone.

A faint glow flowed across its surface. The instant it touched the air, a hazy mist began to rise from it, making it look especially dreamlike.

At the same time, the Soul Bone emitted a faint pressure. Merely approaching it allowed one to feel the immense energy contained within. It was undoubtedly a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

"A Soul Bone?"

Feeling the Soul Power fluctuations coming from it, Yang Jian reached out and lightly touched it.

"Hahaha! That's right! And it's a Sea Demon Whale Right Leg Bone that's around forty thousand years old!"

Yang Wudi laughed heartily.

"Our people got lucky and came across this Soul Beast after it mistakenly wandered into the shallow sea. After dealing with it, they not only obtained quite a bit of Whale Rubber, but also found this Soul Bone on its body."

"Although the position isn't ideal, and the Soul Beast that produced it isn't suited for assault-type Soul Masters, it would still be a good choice for Xiaotian to absorb."

Pointing at the Soul Bone, Yang Wudi revealed its true purpose.

If Xiaotian absorbed this forty-thousand-year Soul Bone, it would be just enough to help him break through to the Thousand-Year Soul Beast level.

With Xiaotian's Beast King bloodline, once he activated the Domination Domain, even Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts would gain no advantage against him. They might even pay with their lives.

Yang Jian was just about to thank his grandfather on Xiaotian's behalf when Yang Wudi's gaze suddenly fell upon him.

Then, as if he had discovered something, Yang Wudi abruptly froze.

Half a breath later, his gaze sharpened as he carefully examined Yang Jian from top to bottom and left to right.

"Jian'er, you..."

Yang Wudi's voice suddenly trembled slightly. He had sensed a familiar Soul Power fluctuation from Yang Jian—one that clearly belonged to someone who had just broken through a bottleneck and whose Soul Power had not yet fully stabilized!

Level forty? His grandson Yang Jian had actually broken through to level forty?!

"When did you break through?"

Yang Wudi could not suppress the excitement in his voice.

"After I fought Uncle Tainuo that day, my bottleneck loosened somewhat. I cultivated for a few more days and successfully broke through last night. Since it was rather late, I didn't want to disturb you, Grandfather."

Yang Jian explained with a faint smile.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Yang Wudi said "good" three times in a row. His eyes were filled with wild delight, and the smile on his face was even brighter than before.

He had originally come to deliver good news to Yang Jian, but his grandson had instead given him an even greater surprise.

Level forty! And level forty at only twelve years old!

What did that mean? It meant that his grandson would definitely become a Title Douluo in the future!

Even reaching the realm of a Super Douluo beyond a Title Douluo was practically certain!

Thinking of Tai Tan, the Strength Clan's patriarch, and his grandson Tailong—twenty-two years old and at Soul Power Level thirty-seven—he was already a rare genius within the Strength Clan and was destined to become a Soul Douluo in the future.

A Soul Douluo was certainly impressive, but compared to a Title Douluo, the gap was immense, let alone compared to a Super Douluo above the Title Douluo realm.

But his grandson Yang Jian was starting with the potential of a Title Douluo!

The more Yang Wudi thought about it, the more excited he became. The smile on his face was practically overflowing.

"Good, good, good!"

Yang Wudi patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward.

"Once Grandfather takes you to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt your fourth Soul Ring and you successfully break through to Soul Ancestor, you will become the youngest Soul Ancestor in the history of our Breaking Clan—no, the youngest Soul Ancestor in the entire history of the Soul Master world!"

Compared to Yang Wudi's excitement, Yang Jian remained rather calm.

After all, in his view, breaking through to level forty at twelve was not something worth boasting about.

Setting aside the template of that great deity he possessed, his three Soul Rings absorbed beyond their proper limits alone had raised his level considerably.

If not for the importance of building a solid foundation, and if Yang Jian had not deliberately suppressed the growth of his Soul Power, then even if he were not already a Soul King, his Soul Power Level would still be around forty-five.

Although what he was about to say might wipe the smile from Yang Wudi's face, Yang Jian still decided to say it.

"Grandfather, this time, I plan to hunt the Soul Beast myself."

Just as Yang Jian had expected, the instant his words fell, the smile on Yang Wudi's face first froze, then vanished at a visible speed.

He stared intently into his grandson's eyes, seemingly trying to determine whether he was joking.

Yet in Yang Jian's pitch-black eyes, Yang Wudi saw confidence and determination, but not the slightest trace of jest.

"Grandfather, I know what our Breaking Clan bears, and I know what I bear as well. So, whether for the Breaking Clan or for myself, I should begin trying to stand on my own."

Yang Wudi fell silent.

Of course, he understood his grandson's thoughts.

A young eagle would eventually have to fly on its own, and a lion cub would eventually have to hunt alone.

A family could provide shelter, but true experts had always forged their own path step by step.

But understanding was one thing. Actually letting his grandson head alone into the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt a Soul Ring made this usually iron-blooded old man hesitate for the first time in a long while.

"The Star Dou Great Forest is fraught with danger. Going alone..."

Yang Wudi trailed off.

"I won't be alone. Xiaotian will be with me. With this Soul Bone from you, Grandfather, Xiaotian should be able to successfully break through to a Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If the two of us work together, as long as we don't encounter a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast, we can handle anything."

Yang Jian looked at Xiaotian, whose tail was already wagging wildly after being drawn in by the Sea Demon Whale Spirit Bone, with confidence on his face.

After a long silence, Yang Wudi finally nodded.

"Fine. Since that's the case, there is no time to lose. Let Xiaotian absorb this Soul Bone at once. The sooner he breaks through to a Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the sooner you can set out."

As he spoke, Yang Wudi handed the wooden box in his hand to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian picked up the Soul Bone shimmering with watery mist from the box and tossed it to the eagerly awaiting Xiaotian nearby.

In just two or three bites, the forty-thousand-year Soul Bone that would have driven water-element Soul Masters mad was swallowed into Xiaotian's stomach.