Yun Ming did not lie; his spear was indeed fast, accurate, and ruthless. Not long after Yun Ming's words fell, Tang Yuehua lost all signs of life, her fragrance dissipating and her jade body perishing.
Retrieving the Atlas Divine Spear, Yun Ming watched as Tang Yuehua collapsed to the ground.
Yun Ming turned to look at his grandfather Yang Wudi, his expression softening slightly as he said helplessly to him.
"Grandfather, please accept my condolences."
He then turned and left the Mausoleum.
Yang Wudi walked to Tang Yuehua's corpse, a thousand words ultimately condensing into a single sigh and a farewell.
"Sigh!"
"Yuehua, rest in peace!"
Afterward, Yang Wudi buried Tang Yuehua beside Tang Hao, fulfilling her final wish. He then looted the bodies, gaining two Storage Soul Tools and two Spirit Bones—a bountiful harvest.
It was strange; when he had severed ties with Bai He and Tai Tan last time, Yang Wudi hadn't even thought to loot Tang Hao's body. It seemed his feelings for them truly hadn't reached that point.
Meanwhile, Tang San, who was being dragged toward Heaven Dou City by Liu Erlong, felt the Blood Fire Force within him erupt the moment they reached the foot of the mountain.
Tang San's entire body instantly flushed red, the blood inside him began to riot, and muffled, low thuds emanated from his frame. It had begun! A true, literal case of blood rushing to the head!
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, sizzling as it hit the ground—one could only imagine the extreme temperature of the blood inside Tang San.
Seeing Tang San's condition, Liu Erlong was incredibly anxious, yet she dared not use her own Soul Power to help him suppress his surging blood. Given Tang San's state, she feared her Fire Dragon Soul Power would only add fuel to the chaotic fire raging within him.
With no other options, Liu Erlong had to force her brain, which she hadn't really used in decades, to start thinking of a solution.
Just as Tang San was in agony and Liu Erlong was burning with impatience, she suddenly heard the sound of flowing water.
Flowing water? Cooling!!!
Thinking of this, Liu Erlong hurriedly grabbed Tang San and sprinted toward the source of the sound.
Soon, Liu Erlong brought Tang San to a place where water flowed in a gentle stream. It was a crystal-clear lake. The lake was like a mirror, reflecting the beautiful silhouettes of the surrounding mountains.
Liu Erlong was overjoyed at the sight. With a forceful heave, she threw Tang San into the lake.
As Tang San entered the water, a cloud of white mist instantly rose from the surface.
In the original timeline, Tang San had tempered his body with ice and fire at a similar age; now, this could be considered quenching with fresh water. Tang San was destined to enter the lake and endure a trial of life and death.
The cooling effect of the lake water finally gave Tang San a chance to breathe. Under the impact of the now-moderated Blood Fire Force, the tenacious Life force he inherited from his mother began to fight back stubbornly, though it still left Tang San in immense pain.
While enduring the agony, Tang San thought of the characteristics of his Blue Silver Grass Spirit—its adaptability. Feeling that his current persistence seemed to lead to no clear future, he hardened his heart and directly commanded his Blue Silver Grass Spirit to begin devouring the Blood Fire Force.
In a way, this method was actually on the right track. The Blood Fire Force was, at its core, a product of special Soul Power, so using the power of his own Spirit to counter it was sound. It was just that the nature of his Blue Silver Grass meant this approach would require twice the effort for half the result.
Thus, with the help of the remaining medicinal power of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng, the Blue Silver Grass struggled to consume the Blood Fire Force.
After an unknown amount of time, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass Spirit finally devoured the last wisp of the Blood Fire Force. The price paid was that the remaining medicinal power of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng within him was completely exhausted.
Ultimately, the ordeal passed, leaving Tang San with nothing but a few minor benefits and even heavier internal injuries.
Seeing that Tang San had stopped moving, Liu Erlong hurriedly flew to the center of the lake. Noticing that the scorching heat in Tang San's body had faded and his aura had gradually stabilized, she quickly fished him out of the water and headed toward Heaven Dou Royal Academy; Tang San needed a physician.
Martial Soul Hall, Angel's Tomb
The so-called Angel's Tomb was not a literal grave, but an ancient Ancestral Hall with blue bricks, black tiles, and upturned eaves. Inside were stored the spirit tablets of past Angel Douluo and their Angel Origin.
Some tablets were bright, others dim. A dim tablet meant that the Angel Origin of that particular Angel Douluo had been exhausted; a bright one meant the origin was full.
Sitting on a Cushion, quietly absorbing the Six-Winged Angel Origin to strengthen her Wish Angel Spirit, Ya Li suddenly frowned.
Ya Li opened her eyes, her delicate brows furrowed, and she murmured.
"What is going on? Did I sense it wrong?"
Adjusting her state, Ya Li continued to try and mobilize her Wish Angel Spirit to absorb the origin.
But it was still useless. The Wish Angel was clearly repelling this origin because the cluster of energy carried a trace of extreme evil—an evil so profound she had never even felt it from the ninety-nine-level quasi-god Ghost Emperor in her previous life.
Ya Li opened her eyes again, staring at the last glowing tablet before her, and whispered.
"Qian Xunji, who exactly did you die at the hands of? How did you die?"
Ya Li began to recall history. The only thing that could be more evil than the quasi-god Ghost Emperor was a true Evil God. And the Evil God who would be born in this era was... Thinking of this, Ya Li turned her head toward the direction of the Pope Palace.
'So it was her!'
Realizing the true culprit was that person, Ya Li felt a headache coming on.
Bibi Dong was the enemy of her lover, yet she was also a capable Pope who had governed Martial Soul Hall with excellence (at least, up until now).
The Breaking Clan already held a grudge against Martial Soul Hall. If Yun Ming found out that the one who killed the previous Pope was Bibi Dong—who had used the guise of avenging her master to win hearts and consolidate power—then, given Yun Ming's personality, a confrontation with Bibi Dong would be inevitable, which would certainly lead to a conflict with Martial Soul Hall. This left her in a difficult position!
Ya Li's pretty face twisted into a pout. She wanted to find a way to have it both ways: to make Bibi Dong take responsibility without involving Martial Soul Hall too deeply.
One minute, two minutes. Many minutes later...
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Ya Li. She had actually found a potentially viable method, though the difficulty of executing it was quite high. But that didn't matter; as long as there was a way, it was fine.
Having figured this out, Ya Li returned to her cultivation state. She needed to quickly finish refining and absorbing the Angel Origin, then go to Heaven Dou City to find Yun Ming.
Seven months later.
Heaven Dou Royal Academy
Yun Ming sat in the cultivation room, meditating in silence.
Suddenly, the Soul Power on Yun Ming's body began to fluctuate violently, and his white robes started to billow. After a few breaths, Yun Ming heard a faint, ethereal cracking sound from within his body, and his previously slightly obstructed Soul Power instantly flowed freely.
Yun Ming opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, and he let out an involuntary long roar.
"HA~!"
The roar was incredibly piercing, shaking the surrounding air as if it could rattle the heavens and earth. After a long while, everything returned to calm.
Clenching his fist, Yun Ming felt his strength further enhanced and a smile appeared on his face.
He had finally broken through to level 50.
Indeed, the increase in power was the only thing besides Ya Li that could make Yun Ming feel truly happy. It had been two hundred and seventy-eight days since he last saw Ya Li.
Next, it was time for the Soul Master's favorite part: the Spirit Ring hunt.
ps: The matter regarding Bibi Dong is too secretive; there are no witnesses to testify and no clear physical evidence. If this weren't a Unique setting, Guantou wouldn't even know how to let Yun Ming find out.
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