"Ha ha!"
Zhou Lin threw back his head and laughed with unbridled delight, the Wind-Thunder Vine behind him displaying unmatched might.
The silvery-white arcs of lightning coiling around him slowly withdrew into his body. Renewed soul power surged through his meridians. His shackles had shattered, and the road ahead lay clear.
The Wind-Thunder Vine's power had mutated his Blue Silver Grass-or perhaps his first soul ring deserved some credit as well. Coordination truly was a miraculous power.
After thanking Lan Changsheng once more in his heart.
Zhou Lin turned around, sweeping his gaze over the stunned, shaken villagers of Qingshi Town. His clear, impassioned voice rang across the clearing:
"You all saw it! This is my lord's miracle! This is the great path of soul spirit symbiosis!"
"No fighting and hunting beasts, no spending your entire fortune begging others for help! Regardless of talent, regardless of humble or noble birth! So long as your heart is sincere, everyone can find an opportunity, break their shackles, and change their destiny!"
The villagers trembled to their very souls. All their earlier doubt, fear, and hesitation were crushed to pieces by the undeniable transformation before their eyes.
Just as emotions surged through the crowd and everyone stirred with eagerness, a somewhat slight figure gritted his teeth and squeezed out of the crowd, walking steadily, step by step, to the foot of the Symbiosis Tower.
The boy's name was Lin Shi, the son of Qingshi Town's blacksmith. His innate soul power had been only rank two, and his martial soul was the most ordinary iron hammer, inherited from his father.
Like every boy, he believed his fate was his own, not heaven's to decide. After ten years of arduous cultivation, he had barely reached the threshold of a rank-ten Soul Master, yet he could