As his words fell, the blue mist of life rising across the sky drew inward. The scattered motes of origin light no longer dispersed, instead gathering before Tang San. The Blue Silver King's phantom stopped crumbling and became a warm, clear mass of blue light, slowly drifting toward Tang San's dantian and sea of consciousness.
Tang San focused his mind and stilled his breath, opening his Divine Soul to receive this ancient Soul Spirit.
His fifth Soul Ring trembled violently. Pale blue patterns gradually wound around its pitch-black circumference. The seventy-thousand-year-old Blue Silver King thus became Tang San's Soul Spirit, taking root within his Martial Soul Origin.
The Blue Silver Grass covering the mountains and plains trembled together, their blades swaying. They were no longer bidding farewell to the dead, but congratulating their ancient royal kin on finding a new path of symbiosis.
Tang San quietly felt the gentle, aged consciousness within his sea of consciousness, a sense of weight settling in his heart.
"Thank you, Senior."
Tang San stood where he was, his Soul Rings steady around him, his Martial Soul greatly strengthened. He raised his head and looked toward the heart of Sea God Island, his gaze utterly resolute.
"This is my path," he told himself inwardly. Destiny guided me here. I must walk this road to godhood to its end.
A gentle breeze drifted through the mountains of Sea God Island. Divine Blue Silver swayed softly across the slopes, scattering tiny glimmers of luminous blue.
Tang San stood quietly in the middle of the grass. From the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul mark on the back of his right hand, he could distinctly feel a stream of warmth flowing gently.
The seventy-thousand-year-old Blue Silver King had fully become his Soul Spirit. His new fifth Soul Ring