Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring
After a whole morning of struggling, Sword Grass was visibly weak.
The leaves drooped softly to the ground, the silvery-white sword energy at the edges completely dissipated, and the protection around the roots also completely collapsed.
Wang Xingyu glanced at the wretched state of the Sword Grass, raised his hand to signal Xiao Wu and Tang San to stop, and said with obvious exhaustion, "That's enough."
The three of them sat down on the spot to regulate their breathing and restore their condition to about 70-80%.
Tang San was the first to stand up and raise the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. As the arrows in the crossbow cascaded out with a whooshing sound, a faint purple light emanated from his eyes. The Mustard Seed Realm of the Purple Demon Eye directly slammed his mental energy into the broken body of the Sword Grass.
Before the last vestiges of resentment in the Sword Grass could coalesce, they were shattered by this mental shock. The arrow followed closely, piercing the main stem of the Sword Grass without any resistance.
The entire Sword Grass trembled violently and then fell completely still. A deep black Soul Ring slowly rose from the wreckage. Floating beside it was something emerald green with a pale silver glow.
"What's that?" Xiao Wu stared at the glowing object. "And there's something green that's also glowing."
Dugu Bo leaped down from the boulder behind him, his gaze landing on the emerald green object, his brows slightly raised. "Soul Bone." His tone held a hint of surprise, "You three Little Monster are really lucky."
Wang Xingyu's eyes paused slightly when he heard the words "Soul Bone". He remembered a setting in the original work: the more torment Soul Beast suffered before its death, the greater its resentment, and the higher the probability of it dropping Soul Bone.
He subconsciously glanced at Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu's eyes were shining, her face full of excitement. "Xingyu, Third Brother! Soul Bone! The three of us got Soul Bone!"
She probably doesn't know.
Tang San stared at the floating emerald green bone fragment, then turned to the two of them. "Who will absorb this Soul Bone?"
Wang Xingyu stepped forward and examined it closely. The bone fragment was narrow and long with sharp edges, and its entire body was covered with light silver patterns. Its shape resembled a flattened sword leaf.
The end is slightly curved; it's a right leg bone, located in the same spot as the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone.
"Let the Little San absorb it," Wang Xingyu said.
Tang San shook his head. "Xingyu, you don't have much ability to protect yourself, but you can use this."
"I have you all, that's enough. Without you, this thing wouldn't be of much use." Wang Xingyu shook his head. "Besides, this Sword Grass Soul Bone is of the same origin as your Fourth Soul Skill, so you need to absorb it to unleash its maximum effect. Suitability is the most important thing."
After speaking, he subconsciously glanced around. Tang Hao didn't say anything to stop him. It was unclear whether he was absent or tacitly agreeing that the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone would belong to him from now on.
He lightly tapped his palm with the rib of his fan, hehe.
Xiao Wu thought about it and agreed, "Then let Third Brother absorb it."
Tang San was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly. "Alright, let's absorb the Soul Ring first."
The three sat cross-legged beside the remains of the Sword Grass. Blue Silver Grass sprouted from their palms, connecting in pairs to form Triangle Cycle. Xiao Wu turned her head to look at Tang San, still somewhat uneasy.
"Third Brother, why don't we stop absorbing it? Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring is too dangerous, and we've already unexpectedly obtained a Soul Bone; this trip has been very profitable."
Tang San looked at her, without saying anything profound.
He reached out and gently patted Xiao Wu's head, then looked at Wang Xingyu and gave him a reassuring look. His gaze was calm, but Xiao Wu understood—he wouldn't back down.
Xiao Wu pursed her lips and stopped talking.
The Blue Silver Grass glowed faintly.
The three of them circulated their Soul Power. Tang San closed his eyes and slowly guided the ten- Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring into his body.
The moment the Soul Ring entered their bodies, all three were shocked— the Soul Power of the ten- Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring surged into their meridians like a torrent, more ferocious than any previous absorption. However, the meridians of the three, tempered by immortal Immortal Herb, were far more resilient than those of others of the same level, and the Triangle Cycle operated steadily, diverting and dissolving the massive Soul Power.
After a while, the fluctuations in Tang San's Soul Power finally stabilized. Wang Xingyu opened his eyes and released the connection from the Blue Silver Grass.
The sharing of Soul Power has ended here. The Triangle Cycle won't be of any help in the upcoming soul impact. It's up to Tang San himself now.
Xiao Wu clenched her fists, looking nervously at Tang San.
Tang San's consciousness had already sunk into another space.
A precipice. Hell's Peak. The wind howled in his ears, his robes fluttering. He saw himself standing on the edge of a cliff, behind him a group of indistinct figures, holding torches, approaching step by step. Then he took a step back, and his body plunged into the endless abyss.
Water. Icy, bone-chilling water surged in from all directions, filling his mouth and nose. The air in his lungs was gradually squeezed out, and his consciousness began to blur.
Images flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern— Tang Sect, Hidden Weapon, jumping off a cliff, a blue-haired woman in the distance, then a small mountain village, a drunken man.
Holy Soul Village. Awakening. Nuoding Academy. The small white flower field on the back hillside.
The three of them made a pact to become family among the flowers.
The image freezes at that moment. A hand reaches out from the frame, slender and steadily opening towards him. Then another hand reaches out and grasps his other hand.
The familiar feeling made Tang San suddenly grab those two hands, and he was pulled out of the water.
In reality, Tang San's fingertips twitched first, then he suddenly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and his Soul Power surged violently. The Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring completely entered his body, and his Soul Power Level was 41.5.
Xiao Wu was the first to rush forward and hug him tightly—her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
Wang Xingyu looked at Dugu Bo beside him and raised his chin. "Old Monster, what do you think? Was I right?"
Dugu Bo laughed and patted Wang Xingyu on the shoulder.
"As expected of Little Monster, second ring after a thousand years, fourth ring after ten thousand years. Among those of the same realm, I'm afraid no one can defeat the three of you."
Tang San glanced at the group, and his lips twitched.
"Thanks."
Wang Xingyu chuckled, "There's nothing to thank me for, Little San. What Soul Skill did you acquire this time?"
Xiao Wu clung to his arm, her face shifting from worry to joy. "Yes, yes, what kind of Soul Skill?"
Tang San stretched out his right hand, and Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm. The vines looked no different from before, but they exuded an indescribable sharpness. With a thought, the edges of the vines suddenly straightened, revealing a layer of cold metallic luster.
"The Blue Silver Grass has gained a new form— Sharpening. It can switch the edge from a blunt cut to a sharp blade." Tang San said, letting the vine gently glide across a nearby rock. A thin, long cut was immediately left on the stone surface, the cut surface smooth, as if it had been sliced by a sharp sword.
Wang Xingyu nodded. It was pretty much as he had expected. It wasn't a permanent surface-attachment effect, but rather something that could be actively turned on or off—it was a rope when it needed to Entanglement, and a sword when it needed to cut. Like poison, it could be controlled at will.
Xiao Wu reached out and touched it. "Good."
That's it?
Tang San's lips curled up slightly. "Not only that."
The deep black, ten- Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up once more. The Blue Silver Grass in his palm split into six tendrils, which Entanglement and twisted together with a soft crackling sound, like several strands of steel wire being twisted into a braid. The tendrils tightened more and more, spiral patterns appearing on their surface, and the front end gradually converged into a sharp, cone-shaped tip.
"Blue Silver Thrust." Tang San raised his hand and waved it, the tangled vines shooting straight towards Dugu Bo with a dull Air Break sound.
"Old Monster, help me try this move."