Tang San took the Hundred-Year Ghost Vine's Soul Spirit Ball after all.
Once an extracted soul spirit was activated, it had to be fused within twenty-four hours, or the soul spirit inside would die.
But Tang San neither left nor absorbed the soul spirit on the spot. He stared at Long Yue on the Soul Guidance Screen.
First, if people outside could see the world inside the Spirit Ascension Platform, did that mean he had already exposed his Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul?
Second, Long Yue was already a Six-Ring Soul Emperor? What new soul spirit did he need?
A hundred conflicting emotions churned in Tang San's heart, and a furtive thought suddenly surfaced:
Hopefully, Long Yue would end up just like me-ambushed and killed by a soul beast, then blasted out of the Spirit Ascension Platform.
Buddha Tang was a kindhearted man. He couldn't bear to see anyone else doing well.
Deep inside the Spirit Ascension Platform.
Drenched in blood, Long Yue stopped walking.
After he unleashed his Mountain Dragon King Might, the beasts scattered, but it also attracted some brainless soul beasts. Their first reaction wasn't to run-
away. Instead, they hissed at Long Yue.
Hah!
Long Yue tore them apart with his bare hands.
With the stench of blood so thick here, the true target of Long Yue's visit was finally drawn over.
The previously clear sky suddenly darkened. An enormous head smashed through the thick ancient trees, and a pair of eyes as large as water vats stared at the tiny Long Yue on the ground.
Where was that dragon might coming from? This little speck on the ground?
The Tyrant Dragon scratched its skin with its two short forelimbs, looking positively adorable.
Long Yue didn't find it adorable. He sucked in a breath of cold