(Xiao Wu · Beautiful Picture 7)
Elsewhere.
In that valley embraced by mountains, where all living things flourished in layers of green.
After another year of cultivation, Tang San finally broke through to level fifty!
After he told his father, Tang Hao, the good news.
Tang Hao was overwhelmed with excitement as well. He sprang to his feet and clapped his only hand heavily on Tang San's shoulder, a glimmer of tears in his eyes.
"Good! Good! Xiao San, you've finally broken through to level fifty!"
"Let's go!"
Tang Hao drew a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and spoke in a low voice.
"Next, I'll take you somewhere first."
"Your mother left an opportunity for you there. It will let you obtain the fifth soul ring best suited to you!"
"An opportunity Mom left me?!"
Hearing this, Tang San was instantly filled with excitement.
"Dad, what sort of opportunity?"
Tang Hao offered no further explanation, merely saying.
"You'll know once we get there!"
Then Tang Hao led Tang San out of the valley, heading northwest.
They walked for an unknown length of time.
The scenery around them gradually changed, and the broadleaf woods grew ever denser.
At last, the two arrived in a dense primeval forest.
Unlike other primeval forests.
This forest was filled with clumps of blue silver grass, all unusually lush. They probably had over ten years of cultivation each.
They stood as tall as shrubs, swaying gently in the wind.
After entering the forest.
Tang San suddenly heard an excited voice calling inside his mind.
"Great king, you have finally come!"
Tang San shuddered at those words. He felt as though the blood in his body was boiling, and an indescribable sense of kinship welled up within him.
"Dad, this voice..."