"Little Xiaojun, go ahead and absorb this Left Arm Bone from the Disaster Fish Ancient King," Chen Cong said softly.
Chen Xiaojun froze. He had not expected Chen Cong to have him absorb this Soul Bone right now, and he felt both surprised and excited.
Still, Chen Xiaojun asked tentatively, "Now?"
"Yes, right now," Chen Cong replied firmly.
"My body hasn't fully recovered yet. Is it really suitable for me to absorb a Soul Bone now?"
Chen Xiaojun could not help hesitating. He knew that absorbing a Soul Bone consumed a great deal of Soul Power and mental power, and required certain preparations and conditions.
"It's precisely because you haven't recovered that absorbing it now will work better." Seeing Chen Xiaojun's hesitation, Chen Cong explained, "Your physical foundation is excellent. You can withstand this seventy-thousand-year Soul Bone. If its power restores your body, it may also reshape your meridians, allowing them to adapt better to the Soul Bone. Using its Soul Bone Skill will come more naturally to you in the future."
Chen Xiaojun's heart stirred at those words. Chen Cong was indeed a Soul Master with extensive theoretical knowledge and practical experience. His words rang true.
Chen Xiaojun took a deep breath and decided to follow Chen Cong's advice.
Chen Xiaojun sat cross-legged, with the Left Arm Soul Bone of the seventy-thousand-year Disaster Fish Ancient King resting quietly before him.
Fiery red and azure blue intertwined over its dark-gold base, like dazzling fireworks in the night sky, both blazing and profound.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began focusing his mind, gathering his Soul Power and sensing the mighty energy contained within the Soul Bone.
Even the surrounding air seemed to tremble with his breathing. Fine strands of Soul Power gathered in his palm like tiny