Douro Continent

Chapter 438 The Technique of the Wise Skull, Purple Extreme Divine Light (Part 1)

Tang San stopped behind his father and looked ahead in the direction Tang Hao was looking.

Before them stretched a range of rolling mountains. From their vantage point, they couldn't see the entire mountain range, but even the outermost peaks soared into the clouds.

"Has your Eight Spider Lances been restored?" Tang Hao asked casually.

Tang San nodded. "I've recovered."

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San and said, "Use it and follow me." After those six simple words, Tang Hao had already taken off and was climbing up the mountain wall ahead.

The mountain wall in front of him was extremely steep, almost ninety degrees, but under Tang Hao's feet, it was as if he were walking on flat ground. Each time his toes lightly touched the mountain wall, his body would rise more than ten meters, rapidly heading towards the summit.

Tang San took a deep breath, gathered his soul power, and the eight spider spears on his back burst out from his outer garment, suddenly extending.

After half a month of recovery, the Eight Spider Spears have regrown, looking just like the Ice Mist before, and even appearing harder.

Tang San leaned forward, his eight spider spears bent, making him resemble a giant spider lying on the ground, his chest and abdomen almost touching the ground. Suddenly, his spider legs exerted force, propelling his body upwards with lightning speed, rising nearly twenty meters into the air.

With a series of whooshing sounds, the Eight Spider Lances pierced the mountain wall as easily as piercing tofu, and Tang San's body ended up hanging from it.

As an external soul bone, the Eight Spider Spears have a wide range of uses. Except for the inability to fly, they can ignore the limitations of most terrains.

After using the Eight Spider Lances to stick his body to the wall, under Tang San's control, the Eight Spider Lances moved rapidly, carrying his body like a giant spider as it climbed towards the mountaintop.

Although Tang Hao was very fast, Tang San, who used the Eight Spider Lances, was by no means slow. With his four-meter-long giant spider legs, he was even faster than Tang Hao when he was moving on flat ground.

As the eight spider spears pulsed, Tang San felt his blood gradually warming, a feeling of indescribable comfort washing over him. He understood that this was the process of the eight spider spears being reborn and fully integrated with his body.

Tang Hao was like a tireless machine, carrying Tang San swiftly over one mountain peak after another, taking nearly half a day to penetrate deep into the mountain range.

Using the Eight Spider Lances also consumes soul power, and after half a day of travel, Tang San was already feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

Just then, a faint rumbling sound came from my ears, and the air gradually became humid.

What is that?

Tang San looked up at Tang Hao ahead and realized that his father seemed to be heading in this direction.

As they drew closer, the roar grew louder and louder, becoming deafening. The air also became more humid, and the temperature inside was even a few degrees lower than outside.

Finally, Tang Hao stopped again. This was a valley, or more precisely, a pool of water.

The pool water is crystal clear, tranquil and deep, like a huge sapphire.

On one side of the valley, a waterfall about 20 meters wide hangs like a jade belt across a mountain wall nearly 200 meters high. The thunderous roar is produced by its impact on the pool below.

The waterfall cascades down, crashing into the pool below and splashing countless droplets. Under the sunlight, a rainbow of seven colors stretches across the pool, creating an indescribably dazzling spectacle.

As soon as Tang San arrived, a refreshing mist hit him, the moist air invigorating and incredibly comfortable.

Surrounded by mountains and verdant hills, with ripples of blue water before him and a magnificent waterfall cascading from the sky, Tang San was stunned by the breathtaking scenery.

Tang Hao stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the waterfall that cascaded down like a silver river. For some reason, his usually cold and hard expression changed, and an undisguised tenderness appeared on his aged face.

The father and son stood there by the pool for a long time, lost in thought. Tang San was the first to snap out of his reverie and instinctively turned to look at his father.

Perhaps because Tang Hao sensed his gaze, his expression hardened, and he slowly turned to look at Tang San.

"For the next two years, this will be where you live and cultivate. If you are thirsty, there is water in front of you. If you are hungry, there are all kinds of fruits in the mountains. You have been with Dugu Bo for so long, so you must have the ability to identify poisons."

Hearing his father's words, Tang San felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his gaze towards his father became filled with even more fervent affection. The fact that his father knew he had once been with Dugu Bo meant that his father had never truly left him.

Tang San was incredibly clever; he immediately realized why his father hadn't been around—it was probably to avoid interfering with his cultivation.

Indeed, everything the teacher taught was the best that could be done. Even if the father was a titled Douluo, or even the Pope, he might not be as good as the teacher in terms of teaching.

"Turn around and face away from me," Tang Hao said to Tang San.

Tang San quickly did as instructed.

The moment he turned around, a pair of strong hands landed on his shoulders. The next instant, Tang San felt two streams of heat flow into his body from those somewhat rough hands.

With two loud thuds, Tang Hao raised and then lowered his hands, striking Tang San's back. Immediately afterward, his hands seemed to come alive, swiftly tracing over Tang San's body, leaving almost no part of Tang San's body untouched except for his head.

Wherever Tang Hao's large hand passed, Tang San felt a surge of heat flowing into his entire body, instantly erasing all the fatigue from his journey.

Where the heat flowed, it felt like being half-scalded, an indescribable comfort. Tang San's body began to gradually heat up, and sweat, which had rarely flowed since consuming the Eight-Starred Ice Grass and the Fiery Apricot, began to appear on his forehead.

Tang San didn't know how much time had passed; he only felt himself gradually becoming drowsy, as if he were being forged in a furnace. He completely relaxed in the face of his father's reprimand. In this world, there were a few people Tang San would never be wary of, and Tang Hao was definitely at the top of the list. He was Tang San's only blood relative at present.

Suddenly, a cool sensation poured down from the top of his head, as if enlightening him, instantly waking Tang San from his dazed state.

The pool remained unchanged, and the sound of the waterfall cascading into it became clear again. Tang San looked down at himself and found that his clothes were already soaked through.

Tang Hao stood beside him, looking somewhat tired, but his back remained ramrod straight. This was probably the only thing about Tang Hao that didn't seem old.

"Your physique is better than I imagined. However, after all these days of competition, you inevitably have some hidden injuries. You must remember that injuries are not terrible, but you must fully recover after they occur. Otherwise, the consequences of these hidden injuries will be endless. I have now healed all of your hidden injuries. Your bones and muscles are much stronger than the average person's, which is probably due to the herbs you took from Dugu Bo. This is very good. It has saved me a lot of trouble."

Rarely, Tang San saw a hint of satisfaction on Tang Hao's face. His body was certainly much better than that of ordinary people, having been forged in the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire, and further tempered by two great immortal herbs.

If it weren't for that, Tang San would have died countless times already. He wouldn't have been able to withstand Xie Yue's Crescent Moon skill when he was using his Martial Soul Fusion Technique that day.

"Xiao San, do you know what your biggest problem is right now?" Tang Hao asked.

Tang San's heart skipped a beat. Was his father assessing him? After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's about explosive power in battle. My martial soul is primarily focused on control, but lacks explosive power. It would be difficult to deal with an opponent like Xie Yue."

Tang Hao nodded and said, "You're right. In terms of control, Grandmaster's teachings to you are flawless. Your control is already quite excellent. Even if there are still flaws, they are flaws in the Blue Silver Grass itself. But don't worry, this situation will fundamentally change after you obtain your sixth spirit ring."

"Huh?" Tang San looked at his father in surprise. To be honest, even Grandmaster didn't know what Blue Silver Grass would become when it cultivated to the sixth spirit ring. Tang San couldn't believe that his father would know.

Could it be that someone in this world has ever cultivated Blue Silver Grass to the level of the sixth spirit ring?

From his father telling him about knowledge of 100,000-year-old soul beasts to now only revealing the possible path of Blue Silver Grass, Tang San's father has become even more mysterious.

Tang Hao said calmly, "Don't ask me why. You'll understand in time. My special training for you starts now. First, you'll absorb the soul bone you obtained from the Spirit Hall. It will be very useful to you."

After the competition that day, Tang San did not immediately fuse with the Wisdom Skull he obtained. How could he fuse with it in front of the Pope's Palace? So he directly put the Wisdom Skull into his Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon.

Only after his father reminded him did he take it out again.

A faint blue light permeated the skull, its energy fluctuations mesmerizing. Tang San's heart trembled as he gazed at the skull before him.

Soul Bone, am I finally going to get the first of the six soul bones in my body?

(End of this chapter)