The Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone

It was the third day after leaving Nuoding Academy.

Travel-worn, Lin Yang emerged from the dense forest. Looking at the mountain range towering into the clouds before him, he finally showed a hint of a smile.

He had spent all this time traveling at full speed, but the place where Tang Hao had hidden the Soul Bone was truly difficult to reach.

Even knowing its location, he had gone to great lengths to get here.

Now it was within arm's reach.

Lin Yang entered the mountains, and soon a rumbling reached his ears. It was the roar of a waterfall.

Following the sound, Lin Yang walked out of the woods.

The instant he emerged, the view before him opened wide.

An enormous valley lay beneath his feet, lush with greenery and pleasing to the eye.

Across from him, a waterfall more than twenty meters wide poured down from above, crashing into a pool with a thunderous roar.

The pool was clear and shimmering, like a mirror set into the valley.

"I finally found it."

Lin Yang murmured, ripples stirring in his heart.

He drew a deep breath, and a piercing whistle rang from his mouth.

"Phee-phee-!"

As though hearing his summons, a pitch-black crow soon flew out of the dense forest. Flapping its wings and cawing, it landed on his shoulder.

"Thanks for your hard work!"

Lin Yang took a strip of meat from his ring, tore it a few times, and held it to the crow's beak.

By the time the crow had eaten and drunk its fill, Lin Yang's excitement had settled as well. With a push of his toes, he sped toward the waterfall.

Before long, Lin Yang arrived beneath the waterfall.

Looking up, he reached out to touch the roaring waterfall. It was both swift and heavy.

Without sufficient strength, one could not even stand steadily beneath this waterfall, let alone find the cave behind it.

No wonder Tang Hao felt so reassured...

After surveying the surroundings, Lin Yang stepped onto several rocks along the cliff face. A few leaps brought him onto a slightly protruding stone.

Then Lin Yang summoned his Martial Soul, and the Soul Ring beneath his feet abruptly lit up.

First Soul Skill: Sharp Gold, activating the power of Sharp Gold and increasing his Martial Soul's sharpness by one hundred percent.

"Hsss-!"

Lin Yang exhaled a breath of scorching air, then slashed his blade forward.

"Sever!"

Drawing a blade to sever water!

A surging fire dragon roared forth.

In an instant, the waterfall more than twenty meters wide was cleaved in two in midair.

Seizing that brief opening, Lin Yang easily found the switch on the rock wall behind the waterfall.

Pushing off lightly, Lin Yang swiftly reached the switch and pressed it.

Before the doorway had fully opened, Lin Yang's figure flashed, disappearing into the darkness beyond.

Behind him, the waterfall fell once more with a thunderous rumble.

Lin Yang paid it no attention. Flames rose from Crimson Interval, illuminating the entire cave.

The cave was small, only a dozen or so square meters in all.

In the middle of the cave stood a mound of earth, upon which a frail stalk of Blue Silver Grass grew stubbornly.

On closer inspection, this Blue Silver Grass differed from those outside. Every leaf bore fine golden markings.

It seemed to possess an innate nobility.

This was the sovereign of Blue Silver Grass, the Blue Silver Emperor!

Lin Yang examined it carefully and touched the Blue Silver Emperor's leaves.

The leaves trembled slightly, actually curling around his fingers as though they could sense him, only to draw back again shortly afterward.

The Blue Silver Emperor's consciousness had yet to awaken. That movement had come purely from instinct.

Lin Yang's face filled with rueful emotion.

The former Blue Silver Emperor now possessed nothing but its imperial bloodline. Its cultivation fell short of even a Hundred-Year Soul Beast's. It was absurdly weak.

Truly a tiger brought low on the plains!

Then Lin Yang left the Blue Silver Emperor alone and began searching for the hidden Soul Bone.

Soon, he found the hidden lead box on one side of the stone wall.

The lead box was a meter long and felt extremely heavy in his hands.

Looking at the lead box in his arms, Lin Yang's breathing involuntarily quickened.

He sat in a corner of the cave, placed the lead box on the ground, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the lid.

In an instant, blue-gold light brimming with the breath of life blossomed from the box, illuminating the entire stone cave brilliantly.

Lin Yang stared fixedly at the object inside.

It was a perfect work of art, blue-gold throughout, as clear and translucent as crystal.

This was... the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!

Lin Yang took the Soul Bone out of the lead box. Merely holding it, he could clearly feel the surging vitality within.

It was as though the Soul Bone in his hand were alive.

This Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone came with two great skills: Flight, and What Wildfire Cannot Burn Away, the Spring Breeze Brings to Life Again.

The former needed no explanation.

The latter, however, was a powerful life-type healing Soul Skill. Not only could it heal injuries, it could even regrow severed limbs.

Both skills were quite useful to any Soul Master.

But to Lin Yang, its greatest value lay in the immense vitality it contained. He intended to use that vitality to remedy the flaw in his Demon Blood Martial Soul.

To become the first "demon" who could stand in sunlight.

He swiftly put the Soul Bone into his Soul Tool Ring, returned the lead box to its original location, erased his traces, and left the stone cave. On the other side of the valley, he found a secluded cave.

Calming his excitement, Lin Yang pressed the Soul Bone directly against his right leg without the slightest hesitation.

Buzzz-!

The instant it drew close to his leg bone, a sudden humming rang out.

Lin Yang felt a cool sensation abruptly surge up from his leg, spreading throughout his body in an instant.

Before his eyes, the crystalline Soul Bone quietly vanished, turning into countless streams of blue-gold air that spread around his right leg.

"Ah...!"

That refreshing sensation, brimming with vigorous vitality, made Lin Yang let out an involuntary soft moan.

It felt refreshing right down to his bones, as though every cell in his body had enjoyed a thoroughly satisfying spa treatment, leaving him with a languor that emptied everything from his mind.

Soon, however, Lin Yang broke free of that pleasant sensation, sat cross-legged, and began practicing the Great Sun Meditation Method.

He directly refined the immense power within the Soul Bone into Soul Power.

By the end of his first school year, Lin Yang's Soul Power had already reached rank seventeen.

After two months of vacation, it had smoothly reached rank eighteen.

Now, under the immense power contained within the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, his Soul Power Level broke through barrier after barrier, reaching rank twenty.

Because he lacked a Soul Ring, he could not break through for the time being.

Lin Yang had already anticipated this.

He raised his left hand, and his Demon Blood Martial Soul appeared in his palm, a Yellow Soul Ring slowly floating around it.

Under Lin Yang's guidance, all the immense power still remaining within the Soul Bone flowed toward his Demon Blood Martial Soul.

Freed of restrictions, the Demon Blood Martial Soul was like an insatiable evil demon, greedily absorbing every strand of power without wasting even the slightest bit.

The Demon Blood Martial Soul swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Within a few breaths, it grew from the size of a pigeon's egg to that of an infant's head.

"Pop-!"

A soft sound rang out, like a soap bubble bursting.

Beside the First Soul Ring, a purple Soul Ring quietly condensed into being.

At the same time, the originally yellow First Soul Ring seemed to break through some boundary as well. Its color gradually deepened, ultimately turning the same deep purple.

Seeing this, Lin Yang felt a surge of joy.

Just as he had thought, his earlier guesses had been correct. The Soul Rings generated by his Demon Blood Martial Soul could indeed break through their age limits and improve on their own.

The prerequisite, however, was an enormous amount of power.

Now both his Soul Rings were Thousand-Year Soul Rings: the First Soul Ring was two thousand years old, and the Second Soul Ring was five thousand years old.

It was not over yet.

After obtaining his second Soul Ring, the increase in his Soul Power Level was naturally no longer restricted.

Lin Yang immediately cut off the supply to his Demon Blood Martial Soul.

Like a scumbag who pulled up his trousers and turned his back on his partner, he directly refined all the remaining power in the Soul Bone into Soul Power.

By the time the Soul Bone's final trace of power was exhausted, Lin Yang's Soul Power had reached rank twenty-four.

From rank eighteen to rank twenty-four, his Soul Power Level had risen by six ranks, with two Thousand-Year Soul Rings to boot.

He had made the utmost use of the power contained within this Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone, wasting none of it.

Even if he later gave the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone to someone else to use, they would gain only the two Soul Skills, not this immense power.

That was the benefit of being its first absorber.