Absorbing the Soul Bone, an Earthshaking Battle

Sitting cross-legged in the secret chamber, Tang Shan looked around curiously.

It was his first time here. He usually cultivated in his bedroom or beside the pond in the courtyard, so he had rarely needed the chamber.

The room was only about twenty square meters. It was built entirely of marble, and even its door had been carved from a single slab of stone, giving it considerable power to isolate what lay inside.

He pushed aside a stone panel overhead. A sliver of daylight entered, bringing some light back to the dark chamber.

"Let me see what this External Soul Bone actually looks like."

Tang Shan opened the cloth bag. A faint pulse of Soul Power drifted from its loosened opening.

The bag was unusual too. It seemed capable of concealing Soul Power fluctuations to some extent.

He opened it fully and tipped it over. A hand bone that looked carved from chaotic glass fell into his palm.

It was exactly the size of Tang Shan's hand and strangely translucent. Yet it was not colorless. It looked as though every disparate element between heaven and earth had been compressed together into a deep, hazy gray.

A faint glow flowed across the bone. At first glance, it looked no different from a human hand bone. Without the ancient, weathered pulse of Soul Power it emitted, he might have mistaken it for an exquisite bone carving.

What sort of Soul Beast had produced a Soul Bone that even Spirit Hall had no record of?

Tang Shan turned it over several times but saw nothing remarkable about it. He could at least tell it was a left-hand bone. He held it in his left hand, ready to absorb it.

At a thought, Soul Power surged through his body. Starting from his dantian, it