"Come find me whenever you figure it out, Tang San."
"Your Blue Silver Grass is actually only one step away from becoming a high-dimensional power like mine."
Li Qinglian gave Tang San a deep look.
"My Blue Silver Grass..."
"Could it actually become something as powerful as Li Qinglian?"
"Is that really possible?"
Tang San swallowed, his heart shaken.
But Li Qinglian's Martial Soul was nothing more than a tree!
If Li Qinglian could do it, why couldn't he?
"Perhaps my Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul was never weak. The strange things about me may not have been changes caused by cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Perhaps my Martial Soul itself is simply powerful..."
Tang San lowered his head and stared at the Blue Silver Grass in his palm.
He should have realized this long ago.
Blue Silver Grass was a weak Martial Soul, yet his was noticeably stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass. This was absolutely not something he could ignore.
But Yu Xiaogang had always instilled one principle in Tang San: there were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters!
Therefore, Tang San had always attributed his ability to make Blue Silver Grass so powerful to his own strength, the Mysterious Heaven Skill, or mutations caused by his transmigration.
As a result, Tang San had never gotten to the bottom of things or carefully investigated his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
But now, Tang San seemed to realize that he had been wrong.
There were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. It was merely poisonous motivational nonsense that could inspire people. But if one treated it as an unshakable truth, it would lead to misjudgment.
"If that's the case, then haven't my six years of cultivation been on the wrong path?"
For a moment, Tang San felt chills run down his spine.
But when he looked up again, Li Qinglian had already vanished.
"Spirit Hall's newly appointed Holy Son is incredible."
"He is far stronger than Hu Liena."
"That sense of oppression is something Hu Liena cannot possibly compare to."
Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered.
Tang San was already the most monstrous genius she had ever seen.
She even dared to say that Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa could not have been stronger than Tang San at his age.
But Li Qinglian was clearly a monster.
"Perhaps Spirit Hall has made some new breakthroughs in theoretical research... We have fallen behind this era."
Zhu Zhuqing watched Li Qinglian's figure gradually disappear and murmured softly.
She had a premonition.
In the future, the entire Soul Master world would undergo a massive transformation.
A theory of dimensions that transcended the chain of Martial Soul type restrictions would absolutely overturn the entire Soul Master world.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Tang San, then at Li Qinglian, and suddenly felt that the world was about to change.
The Hidden Weapons Tang San created were exquisitely intricate. She found it hard to imagine that he was only twelve years old. With so many complicated mechanisms and structures, even if someone started learning from the womb, twelve years would not be enough to reach Tang San's level.
Yet Tang San was just that formidable.
And Li Qinglian? He felt even more terrifying than Tang San!
"But what did Li Qinglian mean when he said Tang San's Martial Soul might still have the potential to ascend to a higher dimension?"
"Could Blue Silver Grass really become as powerful as Li Qinglian's Martial Soul? How is that possible? Blue Silver Grass is the weakest Martial Soul in the world." Ning Rongrong curled her lips.
Ning Rongrong had voiced what everyone present was thinking.
Blue Silver Grass was one of the lowest-grade Martial Souls in the world!
Tang San had already done incredibly well to cultivate Blue Silver Grass until it was comparable to an ordinary Martial Soul. How could it possibly have the potential to stand shoulder to shoulder with Li Qinglian, Spirit Hall's Holy Son?
"But Third Brother's Martial Soul does seem much stronger than ordinary Blue Silver Grass. How could normal Blue Silver Grass be as strong as Third Brother's? Could that still be called grass? Perhaps..." Oscar reminded them quietly.
"If my Martial Soul truly holds some great secret, I must learn of it as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, once all my Soul Rings have been added, the upper limit of my Martial Soul will be locked!"
"Even trading the Hidden Weapons Encyclopedia to Li Qinglian would not be impossible. He does not know how exquisite my Hidden Weapons Encyclopedia is. I could just give him a few methods for crafting Hidden Weapons."
Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest.
Inside a secluded cave.
Li Qinglian sat cross-legged, the eight spider legs removed from the Man Faced Demon Spider laid out before him.
The dark purple spider legs glowed with an eerie chill in the dim light. Each was as sharp as a spear, covered in dense dark patterns, with a violent and ferocious aura slumbering within.
He stretched out his hand, gently pressed his fingertips against one of the spider legs, and closed his eyes.
A fierce suction force erupted from his palm. The eight spider legs nearly trembled at the same time, releasing a low hum.
Eight dark purple lights flared simultaneously and burrowed into his back like living creatures.
At the same time, the Soul Power within Li Qinglian's body surged toward his back.
In that instant, Li Qinglian felt two utterly different energies violently clash within him.
On the left was death.
Pure, icy, deathly stillness—the end of all things.
On the right was life.
Warm, vigorous, endlessly flowing vitality.
The two completely opposing powers maintained an exquisitely delicate balance, each occupying part of his body as they slowly spread, settled, and fused along both sides of his spine.
The muscles in his back spasmed violently. Eight savage bulges moved beneath his skin, struggling and tearing their way out.
A moment later, eight dark purple spider lances burst from both sides of his back. Wrapped in a thin layer of dark purple radiance, they unfurled behind him like a pair of savage yet magnificent wings.
Eight Spider Lances.
External Soul Bone.
Li Qinglian slowly opened his eyes, and the golden-white specks deep within his pupils flickered faintly.
He felt the strange sensations transmitted by the eight spider lances behind his back, then moved them with a thought.
All eight spider lances stabbed into the ground.
The next instant, a vast suction force erupted from their tips, as though eight invisible pipes had pierced the veins of the earth at once.
Soul Power within the soil, vitality deep in the roots of grass and trees, residual energy essence within ores... countless fragmented and mixed powers gathered from every direction, flowing into his body through the eight spider lances.
Li Qinglian narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the endlessly incoming power.
"The Eight Spider Lances can actually bear both the power of life and death within me at the same time."
"Interesting..."
Li Qinglian sensed the energy nurtured within the eight spider lances. Ninety percent of it was pure death energy, while only ten percent was life energy.
Death was his innate destiny, while the Life Attribute was merely an extension of his power.
For the current Li Qinglian, it was impossible to cultivate life energy and death energy to equal amounts.
"If life's green and death's black were truly split evenly, then my Death Divine Tree could truly be called a Reincarnation Divine Tree."
Li Qinglian understood somewhat.
Why Gu Yuena had been so shocked after seeing the green leaves on the Death Divine Tree.
What a soul beast was born as was what it remained. There was almost no possibility of climbing any higher. Even a being at the top of the food chain like Gu Yuena lived a life whose end could be seen at a glance.
But humans possessed limitless potential.
Dragons were the strongest by nature, while humans became the strongest through effort.
Li Qinglian had been reborn as a human with supreme innate talent, and he had also received gifts from Life, Goodness, and the Silver Dragon King. Among all humans, no one could compare to Li Qinglian.
Within the Dragon Clan, competing for the position of Dragon God was difficult. Within the God Realm, becoming the ruler of the God Realm was also difficult. But among the Human Clan, becoming the Human Emperor was almost effortless.
Right now was absolutely the final—and greatest—opportunity to seize the leftovers before the rise of the Human Clan.
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