Times Have Changed

After that heart-to-heart consolation, Tang Wulin gradually returned to normal.

Although she still sometimes felt sad over her younger sister's departure.

Whenever she thought of how someone had always been supporting her, the sorrow in her heart faded considerably.

Perhaps because the knot in her heart had been untied, Tang Wulin's forging skills improved naturally.

Not only had she perfectly mastered Hundred Refinements, but she had even begun to show the potential to touch upon Thousand Refinements.

Luo Qing had not been idle during this time either.

Although his True Light allowed him to grow stronger at all times, he still made time to train.

He had to try to gain control over his martial soul. He could sense that his martial soul definitely had other avenues of development in its early stages.

Sure enough, through gradual exploration, he slowly mastered the ability to release light with soul power.

He could control the light element, and judging by his affinity with it, the light he controlled was no weaker than that of a so-called angel martial soul.

Soul power gathered in Luo Qing's hand, forming a three-foot-long sword of light.

Azure radiance blossomed in his hand as he suddenly swung it forward.

A blue torrent surged ahead, smashing the dummy placed in front of him.

Luo Qing sensed the depletion of his power. This move consumed roughly half of his soul power.

The effect was quite good as well. In sword-of-light mode, he could engage others in close combat, while manipulating flashes of light could disrupt an enemy's vision.

The final burst could also turn the tide and finish off an opponent at a critical moment.

However, he had yet to figure out the future direction of this self-created skill, and he could still sense areas where it could be improved.

Through this continuous cultivation, he gradually reached level 20.

At this time, he was only seven years old. As the ancient White Stone condensed its second soul ring,

Luo Qing vaguely saw what seemed to be cracks appearing on the White Stone.

But these were not cracks that signified destruction.

They came from new life.

The White Stone had originally been the predecessor of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, immersed in the beginning of antiquity.

Breaking out of its shell might mean that the White Stone could advance into another Blue-Eyes series spirit.

It might even become the Blue-Eyes White Dragon itself.

As the second soul ring condensed, the cracks in the White Stone grew wider and wider.

At last, a tiny figure broke out of the shell.

Its tender claws and fangs, along with its blue eyes, all proclaimed its identity.

The Blue-Eyes Spirit, or rather, the juvenile form of the Blue-Eyes White Dragon.

Having just been born, the young dragon looked around curiously.

The moment it saw Luo Qing, it pounced on him excitedly.

"Ah, this little fellow isn't lacking in intelligence."

Luo Qing reached out and stroked the Blue-Eyes Spirit. This young dragon's attachment to him was genuine.

They could sense the bond between their souls and understand each other's intentions.

It could be said that this little fellow was Luo Qing's other half.

At that moment, the second soul ring finally finished condensing.

A deep yellow light tinged heavily with purple.

It was only one step away from advancing into a thousand-year soul ring.

The skill it brought, however, made Luo Qing's eyes widen.

"Second soul skill, Tyrant's Wings?"

Luo Qing instinctively activated his second soul skill.

A pair of wings made of light extended from his back—broad dragon wings.

With a gentle flap, the wind currents carried Luo Qing into the sky beneath the sweep of the dragon wings.

The wind struck Luo Qing's face and tousled his hair.

Though his flight was somewhat unsteady at first, he soon grasped the knack of it and stabilized his center of gravity.

Luo Qing flapped his wings in midair.

Madam Mary, who was in the courtyard, watched him flying overhead and instinctively covered her mouth.

"Little Luo! How did you end up flying into the sky?"

Seeing Grandma Mary approach, Luo Qing naturally descended slowly.

Although he had indeed looked a little awkward when he first took flight, Luo Qing quickly understood how to use the skill.

Tyrant's Wings was not limited to flight. The soul skill also enhanced Luo Qing himself.

With Tyrant's Wings active, he gained resistance to negative conditions.

Whether it was low temperatures, high temperatures, or poison, he could resist them all.

As long as the gap between the two sides was not too great, he could basically ignore such negative conditions.

Furthermore, a faint film of light would cover Luo Qing's body, providing additional defense.

Luo Qing happily looked at his new pair of wings, spreading and folding them, then folding and spreading them again.

"So strong? Still, it meets my expectations."

"Now I can't be considered someone without offensive skills anymore, right?"

Luo Qing withdrew the wings behind him. After canceling the soul skill, it had consumed about one-third of his total soul power.

In terms of duration, only using that much soul power for over ten minutes of flight was already well worth it.

Soul masters' battles mostly took place in the blink of an eye.

Some powerful soul masters could even end a battle within three minutes.

Being able to stay airborne for ten minutes while consuming only one-third of his soul power meant that, if he expended soul power without regard for the cost, he could even hover in the air for half an hour.

Not to mention that he also had his first soul skill, which provided additional endurance.

Just as he was celebrating his increased strength, Madam Mary pushed open the door and entered from outside.

"Did you hurt yourself anywhere? Let Grandma take a look—"

Mary examined him from top to bottom. Once she confirmed that he really had not fallen or injured himself, she spoke earnestly.

"Little Luo, Grandma knows you're a genius."

"But geniuses need to pay even more attention to their safety. Only a genius who grows up can become a powerful figure."

"And many geniuses failed to watch out for their own safety on this path, dying young halfway through and vanishing into the river of history."

"Promise Grandma that you'll always pay attention to your safety, all right?"

Looking at the worried family member before him, Luo Qing felt warmth rise in his heart.

He had been an orphan in his previous life. Being able to meet family like Grandma Mary in this life was the luckiest thing that had happened to him since arriving in this world.

"I understand. I'll definitely pay attention to my safety in the future. If I can beat them, I'll fight. If I can't, I'll run."

With Luo Qing's reassurance, the old woman who had been worrying about her young master finally set her heart at ease.

"Oh, right, Little Luo, do you need any heavenly treasures for your cultivation?"

Madam Mary lowered her head to look at her handsome precious grandson.

"I heard that geniuses need heavenly treasures to consolidate their foundations if they want to fulfill their potential."

"Grandma may not have anything else, but I have plenty of money."

"Grandma can grit her teeth and buy some precious heavenly treasures for you."

Luo Qing understood that the old woman before him was thinking about his future, but he truly did not need any so-called heavenly treasures right now.

He was already like a self-sustaining cycle that had begun to run.

His first soul skill continuously drew in the soul power of heaven and earth, strengthening his body.

Growing stronger through internal means rather than external assistance was itself the most solid foundation.

Moreover, taking heavenly treasures in secret when no one knew about it was inherently extremely dangerous.

Not to mention that most of those items were scarce and highly overpriced even when they could be found outside.

"No need, Grandma. I'm already very strong, and using heavenly treasures now would only be forcing my growth."

"Those things should be used at critical moments, when they're suitable—not now..."

It was also after Luo Qing activated Tyrant's Wings that Tang Wulin, nearby, began to display a strange reaction.

Ever since Luo Qing's Blue-Eyes Spirit had broken out of its shell, a strange wavelength had begun spreading outward from him.

Triggered by this wavelength, a disturbance erupted within Tang Wulin's body.

A streak of pure golden light flowed out from within her body, and Tang Wulin felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Something incredibly domineering seemed to be forcing open her meridians.

This disturbance naturally alerted a presence within Tang Wulin's spiritual sea.

"Where did this dragon come from? It can actually trigger the Golden Dragon King's divine core?"

"Never mind. I'll stabilize the situation first..."

That presence extended a hand, and azure radiance gathered in his palm, calming the disturbance.

Tang Wulin fainted from the pain as well.

Slowly, after the disturbance settled, Tang Wulin's eyelids twitched.

Seeming to realize that the pain in her body had disappeared.

She opened her eyes, only to find herself in an ever-changing space.

"Tang Wulin, open your eyes."

"My name is Old Tang, a great existence from another world."

"A great existence from another world?"

Tang Wulin blinked and asked in confusion.

"Y-you wouldn't happen to be... Ultraman?"