Gu Yuena asked curiously, "Yuhao, how did you come up with this method of spiritual power utilization? As a god in the past..."
Huo Yuhao gently interrupted, his tone warm, "Na'er, I've told you many times, I'm now Huo Yuhao, a four-ring Soul Ancestor."
Gu Yuena was stunned. She met his gaze, a complex emotion flashing through her eyes, which soon turned into warmth as she nodded gently.
Seeing this, Huo Yuhao smiled and finished explaining the secrets of soul programming to Gu Yuena, then reminded her:
"Na'er, since you're now considered to be starting over, take the time to perfect and understand your abilities better."
Perhaps it was his "bias," but he truly felt that the Great Teacher was just regaining her strength and hadn't gained much insight during the process.
Being a natural-born deity and growing from weakness to strength are two different experiences. Missing this opportunity would be a pity.
Gu Yuena blinked, smiling slightly:
"Yuhao, I've also gained some insights recently."
As she spoke, she glanced at the Star's Blessing on her wrist, and with a thought, starlight appeared in her palm.
"Starlight is also light. No matter how vast the power of the stars it contains, its essence still holds a great amount of light. Using this as a foundation, along with this divine artifact, I've gained some insights."
With a hard worker like Huo Yuhao by her side, how could Gu Yuena not be inspired?
Moreover, a divine artifact capable of gathering the power of the stars was right in front of her. She cherished it greatly, and with frequent contact, she naturally gained her own insights.
Huo Yuhao raised an eyebrow, shaking his head with a smile.
It seemed he had been looking at her through tinted glasses.
After a brief exchange, Huo Yuhao continued his practice.
This time, he was using both of his martial souls simultaneously, seeking the harmonious point where their soul power could merge.
Gu Yuena, seeing this, withdrew her gaze and noticed Xu Xiaoyan outside the domain, looking around as if searching for something.
She glanced at the starlight in her hand, a thoughtful expression appearing.
Was it because of this?
Speaking of which, Xiaoyan seemed quite pitiful lately. Should she play the role of a teacher? Or find a titled Douluo to take her as a disciple?
...
"Wulin, this is the compensation sent by Shrek Academy, a 100, 000-year head soul bone."
Xiong Jun's deep and resonant voice echoed in the air. His thick palm opened, revealing a soul bone that was smooth and glowing with a deep light, floating quietly.
Tang Wulin stared at the soul bone, his throat involuntarily gulping. He quickly shook his head, "Teacher, no, this... this is too precious."
A 100, 000-year soul bone, and a head soul bone at that, was a treasure that any soul master would dream of. How could he possibly deserve it?
Xiong Jun rolled his eyes, "I only have you as my disciple now. Who else would I give it to? Do you think we soul beasts can use this thing? Moreover, this is a gift from your teacher. Do you look down on it?"
"But, but..."
"No buts."
Xiong Jun's tone slightly deepened, "When you grow old and die, I'll just dig the soul bone out of your grave."
Tang Wulin's emotions gradually calmed, his face expressionless.
Teacher, there was no need to say that.
Thinking of this, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered something from his lessons.
"Teacher, absorbing a soul bone requires certain conditions. I probably can't absorb a 100, 000-year head soul bone now. You should keep it."
If a soul master couldn't withstand the power of a soul bone while absorbing it, the vast energy within the soul bone would naturally counterattack, known as "soul bone backlash."
Although soul rings value age, soul bones value quality more. But at 100, 000 years, the quality of a soul bone is already top-notch. With his current cultivation level, the chance of backlash while absorbing a soul bone was quite high.
Who would absorb a 100, 000-year soul bone at the first ring?
Hearing this, Xiong Jun carefully examined Tang Wulin for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Alright, I'll keep this soul bone for you. When you feel ready, let me know. Don't try to push it away."
He hadn't forgotten this, as there were many unfortunate souls who had suffered backlash from absorbing the Dark Gold Claw Bear soul bone. He had just thought that since Shrek Academy had sent it, he might as well show it to his disciple, not intending for him to absorb it immediately.
Tang Wulin opened his mouth, seeing that he couldn't refuse, he could only nod solemnly, "Thank you for your concern, teacher. I will work hard to cultivate and strive to meet the conditions to absorb this soul bone as soon as possible."
"That's more like it. A 100, 000-year soul bone isn't something just anyone can obtain. Don't take your good fortune for granted."
Xiong Jun patted his shoulder with satisfaction, a hint of a smile appearing on his rough face:
"How have your recent gains been?"
"I've found the way," Tang Wulin knew Xiong Jun was asking about the Golden Dragon King's seal, "I should be able to enter today."
"Good, I'll guard you from the side," Xiong Jun said thoughtfully, "Be careful when you enter. If you encounter any unexpected situations, retreat immediately."
Tang Wulin nodded, took a deep breath, and sat cross-legged, closing his eyes.
His consciousness slowly descended, passing through layers of hazy mist, finally reaching the mysterious domain within his body.
In an instant, a brilliant golden light surged like a tide. Tang Wulin felt his feet sink, a long-lost sense of solidity. He instinctively looked down, only to see his body glowing faintly, seemingly real yet illusory, floating on the green brick floor.
It was a hall so grand it was suffocating, with countless green stone bricks spreading out into a vast plane.
In front of him was a dragon, a golden dragon. On this massive golden dragon, a hundred meters long, there were seventeen rings.
Each ring emitted a clear light. The first five were blood-red, the middle six were pitch-black, and the last six were pure white.
Except for the last six white rings, looking at the others, Tang Wulin only felt discomfort.
But he didn't pay attention to this feeling, just looked around.
"Where's Old Tang?"
Previously, when he came here, Old Tang was always present, but now he was gone.
Had he fallen asleep?
Tang Wulin frowned, thought for a moment, and didn't dwell on it. Instead, he approached the Golden Dragon King's seal, ready to examine it carefully.
He didn't choose the obviously dangerous blood-red and black rings, but instead went to the white rings, observing them carefully.
After hesitating for a moment, he gently placed his hand on the white ring. Instantly, a warm feeling like a spring breeze flowed into his body.
The scene before him suddenly changed. He saw a massive temple, and a red-haired woman seemed to be whispering to him.
'Child, if you ultimately can't bear it, try to use the power of the seal to strip it away.'
Just this one sentence made Tang Wulin feel a wave of warmth.
Who was this red-haired sister? Did her words refer to the Golden Dragon King's seal?
As Tang Wulin pondered, a somewhat familiar voice sounded.
"Wulin, what are you doing?"
Tang San's divine consciousness quietly appeared behind Tang Wulin, frowning as he looked at him.